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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Not me but....My other half likes real ale, so he went off to the beer festival. Trouble was, he got out of work late, and had to make up for it...by drinking 11 pints in 3 hours, 2 of which were pints of Skullsplitter.
On the way home, he dropped my bike, and had to be convinced by a passer by not to leave it there. He gets home, goes to bed...then legs it down the stairs to the bathroom.
A couple of hours later, we find him curled around bog, groaning, with that horrible sicky smell everywhere. Give him a duvet, book, and alka-seltzer and leave him.
Later, I decide I need the loo, and actually have to GO OUT AND PEE IN THE GARDEN because he is passed out hugging the bog. As I'm going upstairs, I hear movement. He has dragged himself halfway out of the bathroom into the kitchen and is now lying face-down in the cat food bowl. An hour later he crawls up to bed, with cat food still around his mouth. Not nice.
(, Mon 23 Aug 2004, 12:15, Reply)
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