3 Vomit stories
Accuracy and distance.
My younger sister and I were out on the lash in Holloway, North London. Having been drinking for a good number of hours we decided that we required a new venue so upped sticks to find another pub. Whilst walking down the street she managed to projectile vomit into a rubbish bin from at least 2 meters, without breaking stride nor spilling any onto the pavement. The most precise distance vomit I've ever seen. Obviously she was now 'empty' and needed many more beers.

Tube fountain.
Again my sister but this time not her vomit. She's going to work on the tube and the bloke sitting opposite her is looking a bit green and sweaty. She thinks to herself 'He's going to puke' so decides to move. A prescient decision as the moment she'd got up to stand near the doors the bloke explodes. He vomits but in a desperate attempt to keep it down grits his teeth, resulting in him turning into a vomitty garden sprinkler. There were very many unhappy people on that tube train.

Winter wonder
At a Christmas party when I was a student. A group of us shared a flat on the 4th floor of a block. One of the party goers opens a window and pukes out of it. No real problem, we were students and no strangers to vomit. Next morning we were woken by an irate neighbor from downstairs demanding we do something about the mess he'd caused. His vomit had run down the side of the building, smearing the living room windows of the 4 flats below. With it being the middle of winter the vomit had frozen solid. Try as we might with many bowls of hot water we couldn't get it all to melt off, it was there for weeks until the weather got warmer. The neighbors didn’t like us much.
(chilling, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 17:54, 2 replies)

Ah.
The fine Holloway pubs. Do they still have dog fighting?
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Fri 8 Jan 2010, 18:17, closed)

If you mean the two drunken teenage girls fighting outside, yes!
(chilling, Sat 9 Jan 2010, 20:57, closed)