Awesome.

last saturday, my friend was having a going away thing, because she's going to montreal for a few months. i got the most wasted i've ever been in forever and on the way home felt pretty sick, but wasn't. when i went to bed, i left a clear path to the bathroom, in case i got up and needed to be sick.

i woke up at 5am, heaving my guts out onto myself and my sheets. i had to get up and strip my bed, still pretty wasted, and put my filthy sheets in the washing because my parents are away on holiday. i was pure greetin' for my maw to come and help me.

once a lady was sick on my lap (not in a sexy way, we were both fully clothed).

another time, i was in prague, and i felt like i was going to be sick so i was running from my bed to the toilet and i was sick, and then i slipped in the sick, and fell and landed on my arse, in the sick. Sick.

I did once come home tripping and vomit magic mushrooms into the kitchen sink whilst my father stood and watched. That took some explaining..

but my least favourite ever was a few years ago when I was living in America. I lived in student housing and we had maids who did all our washing and cleaning.
I hadn't even been drinking but had had a couple of pints of water and then an enormous burrito. I was lying on my bed on my back feeling a bit ill and then suddenly just projectile vommed upwards all over me and the bed in a convulsive fountain. It was a double bed and the whole thing was quite literally completely covered in vom. I've never seen so much in my entire life.
I had to sleep on the floor with no bedding and thus completely freezing and uncomfortable and then put my bedding in a big pile for the maid to collect in the morning. I just stuck a big note on top of the bundle which just said "SORRY SORRY SORRY".

but i had a sip of coke once and got sick for aaaages and ages and it turns out i'm allergic. furthermore, when i was baby i had to go to hospital for projectile vomiting like linda blair

at a party and she was drunk and she was sick in his mouth.

2. I once vomited all over myself (I must have basically just opened my mouth and let it out) right in front of the guy i had a massive crush on, and all his friends. it was the middle of the winter and i walked all the way home with my vomit covered coat at arm's lenght and crying and to make matters worse, we lived in the same shared flat, so i saw him again the next day and couldn't just pretend it never happened.

3. First time I got properly drunk on booze I'd been brought to a party by an older friend and I drank ridiculous amounts of vodka etc for someone who'd only been drinking beer before. I ended up being sick about 6 times, and after I'd been put to bed I somehow ended up in the downstairs bathroom wearing only my underwear. I pretty much wanted to die the next day.

the minute I get to the party,I had 3 shots of vodka staight away.I hadn't eaten anything in about 5 hours:(
Anyway,I felt sick,but just continued dancing.About a minute later,I felt horrible,and ran into the bathroom.However,there was only the one toliet,which was occupied,so I decided to do it out the window.Never actually reached the window,even though it was like a foot away from me,instead just throw up all over the ground,and walked out.
The funny/cruel part of it is,someone even worse off than me had the same problem,ran into the bathroom,slipped on my sick,and throw up on himself.
Nasty

what sort of story do you want?

i don't advise it.

pewww

i'll have a good one then.

but I know a man who does:

http://www.drownedinsound.com/articles/1966017#r2141721

but last Friday I got off the tube at Holloway Road and saw the biggest pile off puke I've ever seen. Seriously, the diameter was the size of one of those hula hoop things kids used to play with before the internet and mobiles phones.

Usually just because of steady ridiculous alcohol consumption. It feels like I'm purging myself though and after that I don't have a hangover.

I was once sick on my cat when I was 15 years old having drunk 2/3 of a bottle of JD's at a friends house round the corner.

my brother threw up in my playstation

I had drunked a lot of JD/coke/blue aftershock the night before

of a DiSer once. Sorry!

on my keyboard once, it was in my older brothers room. I was so wasted that i felt leaving it to dry would be the best idea. I snook in the next morning like a fucking rapist to clean it up. Worst hangover ever.

A girl got her haircut and at a party that evening things got out of hand and my friend Alex accidentally got sour cream dip in her new hair.
As revenge she saved up leftover food for a week in a pot of mush in the fridge and then put it on his car windscreen. The next morning
he
thought
it
was
SICK.
As revenge, he took a shit in a carrier bag and then emptied it on her car.

I've only been sick 5 times in the past 15 years. Last time was in an A&E waiting room in full view of about 50 people.

Big bottle of Jack Daniels.
No mixer.
Laid out on someones car.
Sick on the way to the bathroom.
Super sticky black jelly-bile firmly attached to poreclain bowl.
Sick again, this time the black bile actually burns the carpet and is irremovable.
Clung to friends sofa before being taken home.

as usual i felt the need to go to the toilet and spew my ringer. i proceeded to enter the bathroom, kneeled down and spewy spewy time was underway. unfortunately i fell asleep. my brother woke me up in the morning hugging the toilet bowl with lots of spew surrounding me. the worst of it? i sleep naked! so when he found me i was lying with my wang out and guts all over the floor. not nice...

well dignified

that i woke up and couldn't see my body, or much of my couch. i think i pissed in the middle of my floor the same night.

Another even more extreme example was when i was at my friends bonfire party. i was sick in pretty much every room in his house. i covered almost a whole wall with the stuff, about 7ft up and 10ft wide of solid sick, oh and it smelt alot like tuna, not nice. his family used to make jokes about me every time i went round after that.

He had been to the pub and for some reason was forced to eat a load of jellied eels - I think they were doing a cockney night or something.

When he got home, he drunkenly collapsed on his bedroom floor, and realised he was going to throw up. Hoping to avoid ruining the carpet and getting told off by his mum, he looked around for anything that could contain his vomit, and puked into his amp.

He cleaned it as best he could but it still stank when it got warm... so he sold it.

drank a whole bottle of Jaegermeister and naturally proceeded to be hugely unwell. He wretched so hard and so long that he burst blood vessels.....IN HIS EYES. Sick doesn't quite cut it describing that.

I have projectile vomited out the 2inch gap in the hinged back window of a Fiat Panda. Y'know like old three door cars had that only open a silly wee bit. Chunkage all down the side of car as it sped round the M25 late into the night.

Another friend couldn't find a free toilet to vom in so spewed behind the radiator in the hall and then into his Mum's riding boots! That had some serious consequences for him I tell you!

i got drunk and puked in a shoe box full of letters i was saving and then put the lid back on and forgot about it.

Once I threw up after only eating a chocolate muffin and it tasted just like chocolate milkshake! So I got a straw and sucked it all up.

I was at the pub with a few of my friends, and we were chatting to some of the locals. The locals were smoking weed 'neat' through a pipe and asked me if I wanted some. I was pretty drunk at the time and I declined, saying that I would throw up if I had some. The guy with the pipe kept on insisting, and in the end I gave in. I took the pipe and had a massive drag and then instantly projectile vomited onto the wall. Once I had finished throwing up I cooly handed back the pipe.

Needless to say it brought the house down.

THE END !

1. I had just started dating my GF and got invited to a party of her friends. Shortly after getting there I picked up some weed to smooth the evening over, little did I know her mates are the rinsing type. So within minutes I was getting ‘requests’ (read demands) to skin up. I was pissed anyway, so a little weed goes a long way. Anyway I ended up smoking way too much and spinning the fuck out on her bed upstairs. Think I was there in my unmoveable state for an hour before I needed to be sick. Unfortunately when I reached fro what I thought was the bin I didn’t notice that it was her dog’s bed. I filled that fucker with chunky goodness and then went downstairs to find my GF looking for me to leave, so I legged it and never looked back! Apparently accusations have come my way, but ive never been officially blamed! So all is well

2. On holiday in magaluf my friends and I visited BCM, the largest nightclub in Europe at the time, it was 18euros in and free drinks. Naturally we all got so pissed we had to drag ourselves out of there. I don’t remember anything from leaving but I was found outside the hotel room cradling an empty water bottle, so white I was almost blue, and plastered with dried vom. Upon investigating my bed we found the rest of the sick, which was so huge in volume that it had saturated the sheet. Fortunately it had dried overnight, so it was just a case of shaking the sheet off the balcony and forgetting all about it!!

3. Last year after a very messy rave type session I woke at my friends house and immediately blew painful, thick black lumps of bile onto the sitting room floor. Thinking I might be in need of medical assistance I somehow transported myself back home, only to run straight to the toilet and have a bout of nightmarishly agonizing gut wrenching projectile shit and vomit into the toilet and sink. Unfortunately the bile I had torn out of my guts had blocked the sink so I had the genius idea of pouring bleach in there to dilute and break it up. Sadly, all this did was create an abusive aroma of biblical proportions, enough even to wake my friend up in the next room. Long story short with the help of a home made gas mask I got in there and pulled all the crap from the sink, this time expelling my thick tarry waste into the toilet, before collapsing on my bed!

I wont divulge any more at this time. As its causing me anguish to remember this much

my friends and i were on the 3rd or 4th night of a ridiculous pill bender and were all starting to feel very dodgy from not eating and drinking so much.
Out of the blue we decided to go another night, got white cider, more pills and headed to rock city.

I think we dropped right before going in and shortly after mmt friend mark started dry heaving. We took him to the back stairway to sit down and he immediately puked aaaaaaaalllll over the floor.
Normally this would be the cue to leave the stairway, but no, mark had just double dropped and wasnt about to waste his money!! So he sank to his knees and began rifling through the pile for his dids, which after a few minutes he found and returned to his mouth!
Unfortunately for mark they didnt sit too well and moments later he was at it again in a new puddle further up the stairs!

i think he was surprisingly ok after that, except for a bit of white foamy sick in the mouth action from smoking

when I was 14 or 15, I was round at a boy's house with a group of friends just after Christmas. I's been sat in a big comfy chair all evening and all of a sudden the drunkness hit me bigtime, and I started to feel sick. I tried to ignore it, as you do, as leaving the room to get to the bathroom was quite an obstacle course. Eventually I HAD to go, got about half way out the room, and projectile vomited all over this boy's pile of Christmas presents, which included a leather jacket and an acoustic guitar. The sick even dripped into the hole underneath the strings. He never spoke to me again. :(

:( :(

i had an adult portion because the restaurant didn't serve kids sizes. i threw up everywhere. the end.

also, once i was sick because my mam told a fictional story about my brother being sick onto a pizza and eating it, or something.

but I drowned my mate's hamster in my puke.

then for some inexplicable reason I started having multiple shots of vodka despite knowing at the time how ill it makes me. I don't remember anything else but I was apparently sick everywhere and wet myself. I'm almost certain I was unconscious because when I woke up it didn't feel like I'd woken up, it was more like a transition from nothingness to existence.

On the train home I still couldn't even speak properly. Terrible memories.

Got to Uni bar, started drinking pints of stella with a vodka chaser. Repeat for much of the night. Starts to feel at bit unwell but ignores it. Downs one more vodka at the bar then instantly he's sick all over the top of the bar. He thinks no ones noticed so he tries to scrape it off the bar onto the floor with his arm. Cue unimpressed bouncers.

The End

Someone ordered pizza, which I had a bit of. Went upstairs as everyone else was going to sleep, and promptly puked everywhere, lumpy orangey-yellow vomit all over the floor. Woke up the next day fully clothed, stepped in the vomit, promptly discarded the socks and got the hell out of his house and walked 5 miles home. Fun.

because lots of wotsits = neon orange sick.