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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4 Floors from the Loo.One humanities lesson I started (for no apparent reason) to feel 'quite queasy'. My teacher (Mr Bob Hunt at WVCC, Syston) thought I was simply being my usual slightly disruptive self. He told me I could not go to the loo.
So I sit there, feeling steadily worse, until I can bear it no longer...
I sprint out of the classroom and into the corridor. I know theres a loo around the corner...
Locked. "Fuck." But I can't hold it, a little puddle of orange vomit later and I'm off again.
I went up and down the maze of staircases, banging on locked toilet doors all the way, leaving more little orange pools.
Heading towards the final toilet in the school I can feel my stomach going again. It's in my mouth. I get to the door. Would you believe it? It's fucking locked.
What do I do? Chuck up all over the door.
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Whippersnapper, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 22:48,
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