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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Bed + vomit= dad in tiny pants
Apologies for length, but as a female, i need a good long one sometimes!
It was my last night out as an A-Level student, we had all passed our exams and as naive 18 year olds, ready to go to university, we all decided to have a 'Last fling' ball.
Everyone turned up, we all drank lots of cider and then, at midnight we decided to move into Leicester town centre. Now Leicester is not really the town of dreams, but that night it was our shining star. I fnally got that boy (well he touched my leg and tried to touch my boob but got scared) and we all drank shots and shots of god knows what.
I finally stumbled home, unfortunatly still living with my parents. also, i had the downstairs extension and a cabin bed (matress on stilts).
Halfway through the night i felt it, the vomit rising. I tried to force it back down, rolled over but it came rushing out of me like a geysha of red vom. Allover me, my pj's. my matress, my sheets, my duvet, carpet and the unfortunate cat.
I managed to get to the loo, spent 15 mins vomint red stuff, thinking my lungs has burst. I thought i had got away with no one knowing my disgusting secret, i could put the stuff in the washing machine as it was the kitchen, next to my room. 'Haha', i thought, 'i am an evil genius'. What my pissed mind didnt realise was that the machine had broke and although plugged in, not plumbed into the wall.
In went the vom, in went the duvet, in went the sheets. On went the wash, i went to climb into bed. Turned saw my 6ft 6" daad wearing nothing but a tiny, ball cupping pair of pants, scowling.
"What the fuck are you doing!" he cried as Vomit water poured all over the floor. The left over water had started churning the vomit all over the floor. I willnever forget the sight of my dads balls in those tight pants, more disturbing than vomit water ever was.
PS the sheets had to stay in there for 2 weeks while we waited for a plumber and the stench was amazingly disgusting!
( , Mon 11 Jan 2010, 19:15, 1 reply)
Apologies for length, but as a female, i need a good long one sometimes!
It was my last night out as an A-Level student, we had all passed our exams and as naive 18 year olds, ready to go to university, we all decided to have a 'Last fling' ball.
Everyone turned up, we all drank lots of cider and then, at midnight we decided to move into Leicester town centre. Now Leicester is not really the town of dreams, but that night it was our shining star. I fnally got that boy (well he touched my leg and tried to touch my boob but got scared) and we all drank shots and shots of god knows what.
I finally stumbled home, unfortunatly still living with my parents. also, i had the downstairs extension and a cabin bed (matress on stilts).
Halfway through the night i felt it, the vomit rising. I tried to force it back down, rolled over but it came rushing out of me like a geysha of red vom. Allover me, my pj's. my matress, my sheets, my duvet, carpet and the unfortunate cat.
I managed to get to the loo, spent 15 mins vomint red stuff, thinking my lungs has burst. I thought i had got away with no one knowing my disgusting secret, i could put the stuff in the washing machine as it was the kitchen, next to my room. 'Haha', i thought, 'i am an evil genius'. What my pissed mind didnt realise was that the machine had broke and although plugged in, not plumbed into the wall.
In went the vom, in went the duvet, in went the sheets. On went the wash, i went to climb into bed. Turned saw my 6ft 6" daad wearing nothing but a tiny, ball cupping pair of pants, scowling.
"What the fuck are you doing!" he cried as Vomit water poured all over the floor. The left over water had started churning the vomit all over the floor. I willnever forget the sight of my dads balls in those tight pants, more disturbing than vomit water ever was.
PS the sheets had to stay in there for 2 weeks while we waited for a plumber and the stench was amazingly disgusting!
( , Mon 11 Jan 2010, 19:15, 1 reply)
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