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I've been told by these nice folks that I am a GRAMMAR GOD!
If my mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it apparently should be.
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» My Worst Vomit
Doner Vomit
When I was 18 I'd already had a scare with alcohol misuse. So when, at 20, I started drinking again it was always going to lead to bother.
So the second night of my alcoholic rebirth consisted of 4 pints of Scrumpy and a dodgy kebab from an undisclosed locatrion in the North of Scotland - I've already said too much.
I also started smoking - 4 Marlboros if I recall - I soon stopped again.
It was the ciggies that did it. I had just stubbed out the fourth one, when a bloatedness overcame me and made it clear that either my stomach was going to stretch or it would deposit some of its contents.
Long story short: car park, hurl, astonishment.
The vomit had landed on the tarmac in the the shape and colour of the doner kebab I had devoured mere hours earlier.
I have witnesses, coz I ran back to the pub and dragged my mates out to see it.
(Thu 19th Aug 2004, 23:24, More)
Doner Vomit
When I was 18 I'd already had a scare with alcohol misuse. So when, at 20, I started drinking again it was always going to lead to bother.
So the second night of my alcoholic rebirth consisted of 4 pints of Scrumpy and a dodgy kebab from an undisclosed locatrion in the North of Scotland - I've already said too much.
I also started smoking - 4 Marlboros if I recall - I soon stopped again.
It was the ciggies that did it. I had just stubbed out the fourth one, when a bloatedness overcame me and made it clear that either my stomach was going to stretch or it would deposit some of its contents.
Long story short: car park, hurl, astonishment.
The vomit had landed on the tarmac in the the shape and colour of the doner kebab I had devoured mere hours earlier.
I have witnesses, coz I ran back to the pub and dragged my mates out to see it.
(Thu 19th Aug 2004, 23:24, More)