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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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Damien
Damien was a pot head pixie of the highest order. And when we had a place going on an overnight trip (in all senses of the word) to Amsterdam his little face lit up like all his birthdays, christmasses and orgasms had been rolled up and pressed into one coach ticket.

Damien was a friend of my brother. My brother (the only person I know who took Class A to Amsterdam to bring Class C back) encouraged Damien in many ways, mostly in daftness but often in challenges of gross stupidity. For instance, Damien was not a drinker, but on the ferry over my brother told Damien that a drink would make the crossing easier, and he bet Damien £10 that Damien COULD drink a pint of lager in one. Damien said he didn't think he could but he'd give it a go. And give it a go he did, and downed the pint in one. "Fuck me" shouts Damien, punching the air, and then gives my brother the tenner because he failed in his side of the bet. He was great fun, and a petty thief, who nicked to order. Anyways...

On the coach over, Damien's mum had made him some sandwiches, and along with a carton of drink and some biscuits and put it all in a poly bag for his journey.

When we gets to Amsterdam, Damien is still carrying this bag with his butties in. We get to the first "coffee" shop, and Damien proceeds to exchange all his money for resin, bush and skunk, and goes and sits in a corner (true shadies always go for the corner) and starts his hooliday proper.

About an hour in, Damien throws the biggest whitey I have ever seen, reaches for his buttie bag and blows his biscuits directly into the bag. Not wanting that to spoil his holiday, he continues to smoke himself stupid.

Later on, we did some window shopping, laughed at the goods in the sex shops, and enjoyed some of the drug related tool shops and such. Finally we have to go home, and as we are getting back on the bus, someone notices Damien still carrying his polythene bag of butties and chunks.

We almost had to prize it out of his hand, he'd grown that attached.
(, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 5:43, Reply)

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