So last nite Im going out to meet up with a group of friends for a few (read A SHITLOAD) of cold amber beverages. I pregame with a six pack of Cartlon Draught (Good Aussie beer). I follow this up at the bar with pints, jager bombs, and bourbon and coke. Sometime during the taxi ride home I feel the overwhelming urge to vomit. Being the conscientious guy that I am, I decide not to vomit in the cab. So taking the initiative I lean as far out of the side window as I can and unleash the most furious projectile vomit this side of mexico. Just as the first wave of second hand beer and liqour comes erupting from my mouth, I realise that we are coming up to a group of young guys and girls standing by the edge of the road.
Much as I try, I cannot divert my stomach lava. My spew lands in a perfect puddle at their feet, showering shoes and shins. Feeling better, I sit back down in the cab and go home and go to bed.
Indulge us with some of your stories of vomit and heinous drunken behaviour.
Much as I try, I cannot divert my stomach lava. My spew lands in a perfect puddle at their feet, showering shoes and shins. Feeling better, I sit back down in the cab and go home and go to bed.
Indulge us with some of your stories of vomit and heinous drunken behaviour.
