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Worst/most embarrassing bout of vomiting you have ever endured?
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It was a few years ago when I was still in secondary school.
Me and a few friends had a joint as we would normally have done. I of course pulled a whitener...
Sitting at a table in abra, sweat pouring from me (cold night), not able to move, gawking out the window. Next thing bbblllllaaaarrrgghhhh all over the floor.
The poor girl working there had to clean it up
I went back the next day and left €50 in a envelope for her and never heard from her again! 0 -
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Coming home from a school trip to Paris when I was about 13, I'm not sure if I got food poisoning or just made a complete pig of myself on the boat but it was the worst, smelliest and most painful bout of vomiting I have ever endured..
The bus driver kept having to stop en route back from Rosslare to Meath, he eventually got sick of stopping and gave me a big bag to puke into.. So the bus stank all the way home.. Needless to say I was everyone's best friend by the time we got home!! It was mortifying 0 -
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Morning after a one night stand and a very very heavy night...I wake up to this guy trying to get frisky again, feeling fine I go along with it then all of a sudden my hangover hits me like a f*cking freight train and I can feel the puke making it's way up. So I push him off on to the floor and manage to get out the word "toilet" before the puke starts to fill my mouth and I'm holding it in with all I can. His room was on the top floor of a 3 storey flat, and ofcourse the only toilet was on the ground floor (genius idea that is...) so he leads the way down the stairs, not in too much of a rush because he had no idea just what was about to happen. Got to the 2nd floor and I couldn't hold it no more so it flies out my mouth hitting him square in the back and the head, all over the stairs, walls, everything!
After I eventually made it to the toilet and let the rest do it's thing, gave my mouth a wash out with water and washed my face a bit, go back up to his room to lie down and die because I had to wait on my friend coming round for me because I didn't even know where I was...I lie down on the bed and he comes back in, just whips off his puked cover tshirt and gives his head a wipe with the clean side of it, the just gets back into the bed the try and get some again! Like seriously...does nothing put guys off getting a bit of action?!?? I stank, he stank thanks to me, and I hadnt even brushed my teeth or nothing after puking so I'm guessing my mouth stank like something fierce! I wouldn't have touched me with a barge pole!!
Or there was the time I actually threw up while having sex...that constant rocking motion with a stomach full of a very sensible mixture or cheap wine, tequila, sambuca and corona is definately not a winning combination
Although it wasn't my bed so it was ok! 0 -
Deleted User wrote: »Morning after a one night stand and a very very heavy night...I wake up to this guy trying to get frisky again, feeling fine I go along with it then all of a sudden my hangover hits me like a f*cking freight train and I can feel the puke making it's way up. So I push him off on to the floor and manage to get out the word "toilet" before the puke starts to fill my mouth and I'm holding it in with all I can. His room was on the top floor of a 3 storey flat, and ofcourse the only toilet was on the ground floor (genius idea that is...) so he leads the way down the stairs, not in too much of a rush because he had no idea just what was about to happen. Got to the 2nd floor and I couldn't hold it no more so it flies out my mouth hitting him square in the back and the head, all over the stairs, walls, everything!
After I eventually made it to the toilet and let the rest do it's thing, gave my mouth a wash out with water and washed my face a bit, go back up to his room to lie down and die because I had to wait on my friend coming round for me because I didn't even know where I was...I lie down on the bed and he comes back in, just whips off his puked cover tshirt and gives his head a wipe with the clean side of it, the just gets back into the bed the try and get some again! Like seriously...does nothing put guys off getting a bit of action?!?? I stank, he stank thanks to me, and I hadnt even brushed my teeth or nothing after puking so I'm guessing my mouth stank like something fierce! I wouldn't have touched me with a barge pole!!
Or there was the time I actually threw up while having sex...that constant rocking motion with a stomach full of a very sensible mixture or cheap wine, tequila, sambuca and corona is definately not a winning combination Although it wasn't my bed so it was ok!
I find this post more than a bit sad.
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A few years ago, I was at a family wedding in Madrid. It was a very swanky affair. The reception was in the Ritz with silver service, each table had their own butler etc., now... the open bar should have rang alarm bells (irish+open bar= disaster). So me and some older cousins decided it would be best if we started to do some tequila shots, as you do. After breaking through the language barrier with the bar man we had a quiet understanding for the remainder of the evening!
I was only 16 at the time. So i was really badly hammered come home time (we weren't staying in the Ritz, instead, in some cheap place over the other side of the city)
As far as I was concerned, I got a taxi home, went to my room and went to bed where i slept soundly until the next morning. Turns out, I did nothing of the sort.
I woke up the next morning to face a room covered in puke and... other stuff.... Luckily i was in a room on my own... Turns out, however, I was still very drunk. I tried to clean it up with the bed sheets, my clothes, towels and anything else i could find. I didn't know what to do with them so I hid them in the wardrobe and went back to bed.
I went out later that day and when I came back the room was spotless clean and my clothes were dry cleaned and left in a neat pile on my bed.
Needless to say I got a knock at the door a few minutes later with my not very impressed mother on the other side.
Never been as drunk since. 0 -
A few years ago, I was at a family wedding in Madrid. It was a very swanky affair. The reception was in the Ritz with silver service, each table had their own butler etc., now... the open bar should have rang alarm bells (irish+open bar= disaster). So me and some older cousins decided it would be best if we started to do some tequila shots, as you do. After breaking through the language barrier with the bar man we had a quiet understanding for the remainder of the evening!
I was only 16 at the time. So i was really badly hammered come home time (we weren't staying in the Ritz, instead, in some cheap place over the other side of the city)
As far as I was concerned, I got a taxi home, went to my room and went to bed where i slept soundly until the next morning. Turns out, I did nothing of the sort.
I woke up the next morning to face a room covered in puke and... other stuff.... Luckily i was in a room on my own... Turns out, however, I was still very drunk. I tried to clean it up with the bed sheets, my clothes, towels and anything else i could find. I didn't know what to do with them so I hid them in the wardrobe and went back to bed.
I went out later that day and when I came back the room was spotless clean and my clothes were dry cleaned and left in a neat pile on my bed.
Needless to say I got a knock at the door a few minutes later with my not very impressed mother on the other side.
Never been as drunk since.
Like something out of spud in trainspotting
I hope you bought her something nice for that?:D0 -
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Most embarrassing eh? I don't get easily embarrassed and I can shake off most of my horrible social faux pas of puking and other drunken antics, but this memory sticks out in my mind as being the most embarrassing for me, and I felt terrible after it. Wasn't even on the sauce as well.
When I was much younger, maybe around 10 or 11, it was the day after Easter and my good friend at the time invited me along with his family to Courtown. With images of mini golfin' my day away at Pirates Cove I was most up for it. So he arrived and I hopped in the car fairly lively.
The drive was going grand but after about 30 minutes I felt a little sick. Didn't think much of it because I was so excited about the little trip. About 10 minutes later I felt a little sick again and had a little burp to clear my tummy.
Que instant projectile vomiting of about 6 easter eggs I had eaten the day before. I covered the back of the driver's seat, the floor and most of the surrounding area in a thick brown slurry of chocolate vomit.
It just kept coming. Never ending. The smell of chocolate vomit was a very, very odd smell. Sweet, rich and yet absolutely disgusting at the same time.
They pulled in at the side of the road and I continued my nasty brown chocolately vomiting for a further 5 minutes. They turned the car around and dropped little ole pukey me home. I felt like an absolute tosspot and thought I ruined their whole day, but they told me I was grand and were really understanding but I still felt dire about the whole ordeal.
They journey'd on to Courtown and still had a great day I was told and I sat at home and was puking nothing but stomach acid intermitedly for the rest of the day.
I don't eat much easter eggs nowadays anymore. 0
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