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...when you can't make it to the bathroom.
what has been your most inventive recipient of your inner most workings?
nothing very exciting. Most annoying was probably stereo so I then had to spend considerable time picking chunks out of the (dual 90's style) tape decks.
That really is disgusting
Pint Glasses, waste paper baskets, trainers etc I used to be sick every time I drank:(
I've got a bit of a reputation for this. Even when I'm IN the bathroom- i'll puke into the bin, the sink or a tampon receptacle rather than into the bog.
After a night i put on, i went back to my chicks brothers and puked into my own sock. My girlfriend gave me a carrier bag to puke into instead, but I fished out the sock and carried on puking into that, despite its total failure to contain my beery puke.
I'm a bum
Why do you do that?
I think its a combination of being too drunk to know what I'm doing and being a hygiene freak.
Even in that sorta state I don't want to put my head in a toilet...which doesn't explain the tampon holder or the sock, but there you go
when it was in the pot, cooking.... shameful thing was my sister came in n asked for some of the soup i was cooking, true story
the bathroom floor because you can't make it up to the rim of the toilet?
who was sick in his pants.
He was only wearing his pants...couldn't find a suitable puke-cepticle so he pulled down his pants, bent over and chundered in them...Bea THAT anecdote, Ned sherrin
Not only would the pants have been useless for holding the sick, he would have been left pantless too. Amazing drunk logic!
was out my bedroom window as there was someone in the bathroom. I aimed for next door but the wind blew it back
he tried to sick off the side of a boat, but the wind just blew black coke-vom into his face.
this was after i'd already been sick and thought i'd better be safe than sorry.
inside my tent at Download last week.
But lacked the common sense to throw up in the toilet. I threw up in the sink. It had to be ladelled from sink to toilet.
What a lovely story.
my favourite time was in a taxi. i had a rucksack with me, managed to take out my wallet etc from the front pocket - and was sick into the bag. and zipped it back up again. to save the extra taxi penalty charge...
i'll admit that that was quick thinking and i applaud you for it, but any sick is bad sick.
toilet, first floor window, the usual
was apparently sick in his other brother's Ed the Duck glove puppet whilst in a hospital waiting room.
She's in France. I think everyone's heard the story by now anyway...
but she was at the front of the crowd at the Luminaire, and she threw up on the stage while the Hundred Handed were playing. I don't think they noticed.
(Un)fortunately I'd left by that point, so I didn't get to witness it with my own eyes.
I've only just seen this. I'd not been informed of this incredible bit of detail.
there's more than one story about her throwing up?
That girl is a puke-a-tron.
was when she woke up to find that she'd thrown up in her sink, in her bin, in a box next to her bed, and on her bed.
that a frame so small can produce that much vomit.
but my dad ate a dodgy kebab and shat himself once. He threw the pants into a nearby skip.
I did this a few times when I was a teenager, and had to throw them away so my mum wouldn't see them.
but then my girfriend shoved a tea cup infront of me and i was sick in that. It then filled up and went on the floor anyway.
out of a taxi window whilst going through a city. some people on the street were like WAAHHEEEEYYYYY!!!! as my 60mph head whizzed past, with a trail of lovely vomit behind it.
once, when working in our students union, i saw a girl puke up into a pint glass. i refused to clean it up. and made her friends do it.
and then given her a free pint in return.
sister's friend do this at the bar I was working in. She did it. The skank.
I then ended up sleeping with my sister's friend.
Class all round, there
What a night that was.
the disappearing fist is a good one.
unless it was either a tiny puke or an enormous limpet.
it was both, so no overflow
about that time I pissed in an acorn cup
so i did techniqually cook it, even if was for a lil
memorably had one of those big things for washing clothes in held in front of me while I threw up in it. I think this was the first time I'd ever been sick from alcohol.
it was like a washing basin of some sort.
but I can't think of anything more inventive than my bin at university.
However, I once got monumentally drunk at my sister's 19th birthday party. My mum was away, and I was staying in her room because every other inch of the house was filled with crashed-out revellers. So when I felt the vomit rising, and couldn't get into the bathroom, I wasn't panicked. "It's OK," I thought, "I'll nip into Mum's room at the end of the landing, open the window and honk into the flowerpots on the windowsill, trying not to let any go over the edge into the front garden in case someone's standing out there having a fag."
A brilliant plan, I'm sure you'll agree, except I couldn't undo the somewhat stiff bolts in time, and the explosion of puke went all over the inside of the glass.
it would be good if a cat was sat on the window sill.
some kind of animal-hating weirdo? You disgust me.
my mum does have a cat, but it had quite wisely chosen to make itself scarce while the party was going
a skip outside Waitrose.
coffin...can't get her to shut up.
and a trail from my bed to the sink in my bedroom. i had food poisoning though so non-alcohol-related & took me by surprise. that was not a good saturday morning :'(
for my window-splattering brother
have people thrown up on hedgehogs?!
and couldn't find a free cubicle, so he just forced open a cubicle that was already occupied, vomited all over the guy sat on the toilet, and then, fearful that he would get punched, decided to get a pre-emptive strike in my punching the guy as hard as he could, and then running away.
Your friend is the protagonist of Alan Warner's short story "After The Vision" and I claim my five pounds.
I knew I'd heard the story before...
...if horribly unfair on the guy.
That was fun.
My housemate once puked into Jamie Cullum's whicker bin when they were at uni together.
a house party and threw up on the stairs, in someone's shoes, a wardrobe (after he'd sucessfully demolished the inside of it), the bath and finally himself.
I think I'd feel perversely proud if that had been me.
drove home to get changed and went to work. Barmy. :|
I'd never seen him that bad before, we didn't think he'd drink ever again after that!
I was on my way to teh bathroom but it was too late :(
my bin at university.
my bed at university.
plant pot outside a friends house.
i was sick in the frying pan, she thought it was pancakes, i didnt have the heart to tell her so pretended i was french and made a quick getaway
but its usually my first port of call if i'm throwing up. i mean, why have you head resting on the (disgusting) toilet rim if you can just kneel by the sink? And i'm a good clean drunk - i always clean up my mess afterwards!
worst time for me though, was probably on the hammersmith and city line, in rush hour, about to throw up in a newspaper when someone gives my a REALLY small ziplock sandwich bag, so i throw up in that. but it isnt big enough, so it spills over. and i think i might've dropped it too. and then i had to work out how to get home, by changing tubes, so i could wash my hands which were covered in sticky sick mess.
my first time throwing up because of alcohol was pretty bad too - because i hadn't thrown up since i was about 3 - when i threw up all over myself, the bathroom floor, my bedroom floor, and my bedroom bin. i really didn't know what i was doing then :(
so much in the first year of uni I had to get a plumber round
maybe my sick is more liquid than chunky so tends to just wash away. lovely.
but to be fair that's what bar med deserves
The worst time was when we went on a school trip to France, and we were pulling into the town we were staying at after a 15 hour or so coach journey. My body always did this weird thing of relaxing when we were close to arrival, and I puked up loads but managed to close my mouth and cup it with my hands
Rather than suffer the indignity of admitting to my peers that I was a pussy and had got travel sick, I decided to just swallow it all back down which, in turn, made me vomit again
I had to swallow it for a second time :(
i was sick behind a rock. but it was that totally liquid-dy beer sick.... and it was only due to the cocktail of toxic substances i had filled myself with,,,
other than that, i've not been sick in living memory! go me! and i drink most nights a week!
For some reason, I was expecting replies about being sick in a dog's mouth or something. I can't think of many animate objects to throw up in.
Was once sick in someone else's cycle helmet.
Unfortunately, they've got great big holes in 'em.
Was once sick in the car, on the way to visit the grandparents in Blackpool, into a multipack crisp bag, a Thermos cup and then a tissue box. I was about six, and had travel sickness on top of eating too many sweeties.
Was once sick into a Tesco carrier bag. In smuggling it from her room in her parents house to the garden outside, she forgot that there's little holes in the bottom. There was a nice trail of sick all the way through the house...
I am never sick :(
It went ALL OVER the cab. A guy I shared a cab with was forced to wash the car while I passed out on the stairs.
when I was staying at my best mate's a couple of years ago. I don't remember doing it, but there it was the next morning :(
Was when I had a tummy bug aged about 6, and my Mum tried to feed me some Heinz tomato soup. I ate the soup, but my stomach immediately voided it back into the same soup bowl. As it was all I'd eaten for some time, it looked exactly the same as tomato soup.
It smelt different though.