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Strange place to chunder

For sheer volume it's got to be 2001, we were going to see Quo at the NEC and I'd been on the lash all day, just got home in time to have a quick shower and get changed then we were off. I was starving when I got there and smashed two burgers and two pizza slices in between multiple more beers. Shook it all round for two hours and barfed for England all the way back to the car, I didn't think one person could hold so much stuff inside them.
 
We drank loads on the train down to London. Met Vis at Victoria for the trip to Southend (I think it was Victoria might have been Liverpool Street) and he brings a load more cans for the trip to Essex. All downed in a short trip. Went to a truly god awful pub. I improved the toilets by vomiting all over them. And then continued drinking.
 
Did you make the game?

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Yes. I burped on Jamie and it ended up being a bit vomitty.

I was sure I was barred but went in there the next week. He wore a so'wester and took the piss as I begged to not be barred.
 
We drank loads on the train down to London. Met Vis at Victoria for the trip to Southend (I think it was Victoria might have been Liverpool Street) and he brings a load more cans for the trip to Essex. All downed in a short trip. Went to a truly god awful pub. I improved the toilets by vomiting all over them. And then continued drinking.

Was Liverpool Street.

Thing is we'd never have known, you just volunteered the information.

Later that season at Palace you ordered about £40 worth of curry and chucked £13 at me then legged it :D
 
I don't really get sick, I can handle my drink.

I did fall down the stairs at Docks in Hamburg in 2001, I'm told that I styled it out and bounced straight back up. Explaining on the Monday morning to work why I had a massive black eye and couldn't write due to a knackered wrist was a different story.
 
Blackpool away in 2008/09 we went up early it was an evening kick off. At the time I used to go with a group of mates and there would regularly be a "victim" this was my turn.

We were chasing every pint with black Sambuca. We approach the away end and I'm not in a good way, a steward stops me and tells me he thinks I've had too much, to prove him wrong I promptly expel the thickest pure black vomit over his shoes and trousers. My ticket was confiscated and I wandered off into the night, I ended up back at Bloomfield Road and paid on the night to watch the final hour or so :icon_lol: I don't really remember anything after being sick.
 
Went to visit my sister in London in the late 90s with my mate. Got hammered on the train down on cans of Stella. Carried on drinking with my sis when we arrived into Euston then scoffed a dodgy as fuck chicken burger on the way to her flat. Once we got there her other half's brother fired up a spliff. Weed and alcohol was never a good mix for me and I started feeling grotty as hell. I foolishly thought going for a shit would be the solution to my woes so went to take a seat on her pokey little student flat toilet. I sat on the bog and proceeded to successfully curl out a cylinder of evil, but then horrifyingly felt the inevitable secondary tummy gurgles start to build. Tried to stand up and turn around to yak in the commode but ended up spewing up all over her toilet door and walls as I hastily span 180 degrees. Worse thing was, by the time my head was over the bowl, all the vom had departed and I was left dry heaving over my own fresh turd.

Don't mix your drugs, kids.
 
Someone I used to know use to swear blind that if you asked a copper for their hat to be sick in they had to give it you. Still don’t believe it, even if it’s true.
 
If it's not true, just jump on a bus and pay in postage stamps.
 
15 years old, on holiday in Athens and a rare night out, sans parents but with all my cousins, aged from 17 to 24 or more. After a taverna they took me to a party, where the drink was vermouth.
Have you ever had this before??.... Fuck me we drink it as an aperitif before we get tore in back home, and I got tore in.

3am I am struggling but they all decide on a nightcap at a late night taverna high on a mountain overlooking the whole of the lights of athens I stood on the edge of the cliff looking at the lights that of course decide to engage gear and spin like fuck. I moved a little away from the crowd t o what turned out to be a more severe bit of cliff, so as not to spalsh my shoes...... Barf and over I go, , jeez it was a hell of a drop and lucky fucker, i land in a tree, so no death, but results in, one ambulance , two fire engines and me in hospital with a load of seriously scared cousins.

Before my parents and all the other fifteen or son parents and aunties etc got there, I was told to drop my trousers and got the biggest needle in that ass I have ever seen in my life, but Jesus five minutes later and just before my parents arrived I was sober as a judge, although I couldn't sit down

Parents bought the dodgy prawn routine, and my cousins breathed a huuuge sigh of relief, but to this day (now 68) even the smell of a vermouth and I am heading for the big white telephone, while clutching ten metres of serous climbing rope.

Still have no idea what the jab was and can't find anyone still who will tell me, but they all laugh like hell!
 
I did a full 360 degree wall splatter projectile vomit over someone’s bathroom after drinking 5 pumps from one of these for a bet:
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Wasn’t overly bothered as the owner of the bathroom was a bit of a twat.
 
360 degrees?? Fucking hell :icon_lol:
 
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