Vomit Pt2
It's been nearly six years since we last asked about your worst vomit, so:
Tell us tales of what went in, what came out and where it all went after that.
( , Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:02)
It's been nearly six years since we last asked about your worst vomit, so:
Tell us tales of what went in, what came out and where it all went after that.
( , Thu 7 Jan 2010, 17:02)
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it's amazing what can cover a Fiesta
I have a friend who I first met at art college, we did the usual things like drink and smoke as only an art student could. Normally he could hold his drink but on his birthday we found out that this wasn't always true.
The evening started off fine with the usual amount of heavy drinking and he opening gifts that had been brought to the pub, among these items was a bottle of scotch and and a waterpistol. You should be able to see where this is going.
So after much of the bottle had been consumed it was finally time to leave for a kebab, however the pub happened to be one of those that you find in darkest rural somerset that appear harmless on the outside but are bloody miles from anywhere.
Mr Birthday boy insisted on sitting in the back of my 3 door 950 Ford Fiesta despite the first hint of liquid returning the way it had once gone.
Few miles down the road I casually ask if he's ready to chuck yet, the response was a drunken slur that roughly translated as feck off I'm no lightweight.
A few seconds later I feel something warm running down my neck and screams as he had put his hand up to stop himself chucking and said hand acting as a diffuser due to spread fingers and covering just about every surface of the car interior with sick. He then got out and covered the rear of the car with further puke for good measure.
Having made it back to his parents and crashing there also we woke the next afternoon to a hot sunny summer day, just right for a hang over, the interior of the car was naturally like an oven by this point and if you have ever tried to shift dried weetabix you'll get the idea of what dried vomit is like. Bless his mum, she shifted the worst of it once the car had been fully aired.
It wasn't all shifted as some seemed to be harder than the toughest diamond, still there the next year when I finally came to sell the car.
Length...still there I expect
( , Mon 11 Jan 2010, 15:06, Reply)
I have a friend who I first met at art college, we did the usual things like drink and smoke as only an art student could. Normally he could hold his drink but on his birthday we found out that this wasn't always true.
The evening started off fine with the usual amount of heavy drinking and he opening gifts that had been brought to the pub, among these items was a bottle of scotch and and a waterpistol. You should be able to see where this is going.
So after much of the bottle had been consumed it was finally time to leave for a kebab, however the pub happened to be one of those that you find in darkest rural somerset that appear harmless on the outside but are bloody miles from anywhere.
Mr Birthday boy insisted on sitting in the back of my 3 door 950 Ford Fiesta despite the first hint of liquid returning the way it had once gone.
Few miles down the road I casually ask if he's ready to chuck yet, the response was a drunken slur that roughly translated as feck off I'm no lightweight.
A few seconds later I feel something warm running down my neck and screams as he had put his hand up to stop himself chucking and said hand acting as a diffuser due to spread fingers and covering just about every surface of the car interior with sick. He then got out and covered the rear of the car with further puke for good measure.
Having made it back to his parents and crashing there also we woke the next afternoon to a hot sunny summer day, just right for a hang over, the interior of the car was naturally like an oven by this point and if you have ever tried to shift dried weetabix you'll get the idea of what dried vomit is like. Bless his mum, she shifted the worst of it once the car had been fully aired.
It wasn't all shifted as some seemed to be harder than the toughest diamond, still there the next year when I finally came to sell the car.
Length...still there I expect
( , Mon 11 Jan 2010, 15:06, Reply)
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