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This is a question 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)
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the curious journeys of puke
After a night of merry worship to Dionysos I was sitting in my train home, when suddenly an undeniable urge to recapitulate my liquid intake of the past hours caught me by surprise. Now, unlike many people who actually pronounce “hachooo” when they sneeze or the respective sound when barfing, I prefer to puke in silence. Only a quiet splash was heard, and seemed to go unnoticed in the various noises of the cart.

The brownish red colour of my puke, which for some reason did not worry me at all that evening, was nothing to look at really. Still, I could not divert my gaze off the smelly liquid as the train accelerated, and inertia drove the warm puddle underneath the seat in front of me. Just in time however, the next stop came to the rescue. That meant, that now the vomit was propelled into the opposite direction, and soon was gone from my observing view.

Again, I was surprised to hear no cry of horror from the seat behind me, and decided, this was the time to steal away from the scene.
Quite unexpectedly, I had no trouble standing up or walking straight. As I passed the seat in front of me, I could actually see the brownish red soup I had left heading right for the shoes of a lovely young lady. As she had noticed my stare I tried to give her a flirtatious smile, drawing her attention away from her feet.
It was then that my body decided to surprise me yet again, and I hiccupped another mouthful. Taken aback from this savage attack, I wasn’t able to contain it all within my spacious cheeks. A good portion was running down my chin, dripping on my shirt and surroundings. Needless to say, my attempt to wipe it off with a gesture that seemed to be saying “oh, something must have come out of nowhere and landed on my face. How come?” did no good.

In need to get rid of the rest, still deposited in my mouth, and also quite ashamed I got off the train, when I noticed that this had been the last train for tonight. So I had to find another way home, but that is a different story to tell.
(, Wed 13 Jan 2010, 11:22, Reply)

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