My Worst VomitWe all love a drink. Some of us love them so much they want to see them again on the way out of their mouths. I once got caught by surprise by the boozy sickness while chatting to some friends in my kitchen. Quick as a flash I grabbed a nearby pan and chundered away merrily in it. Realising it was probably time for bed I staggered off to my room. Unfortunately, my co-ordination failed just as I reached the landing and I somersaulted down the entire flight of stairs with my saucepan full of vomit. Beat that!
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chthonic, Thu 19 Aug 2004, 21:00)
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Brains...brains...My worst one and first one (due to alcohol). I was 17ish, in my gap year, away from home for more or less the first time, had a great night out consisting of Newcastle Brown Ale and lots of chips to soak it up (didn't do a very good job). Towards the end of the evening I decided the room was spinning a bit too much and some sobering up would be a good idea, so I had a couple of cans of blackcurrant Tango.
This did little to help, I went back to my room, passed out and awoke at 6am the next morning, and had to immediately run to the sink to confess to Cardinal Chunder. I saw the half-digested chips, lovingly soaked in blackcurrant and Newky Brown sitting there, and I thought I'd managed to vomit my own brains out (I was still really drunk), and so started screaming like a halfwit.
(, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 0:22, Reply)
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