funny_puking_stories the technicolour grendel See: Cereal (courtesy of silentbob) 2 gallons of that deep blue/purple berry flavoured powerade and a bad case of salmonella 'nuff said 000730 ... stan Not quite. A fifth of cheap scotch with pizza. Throwing up from the top bunk in my barracks all over my roommates expensive stereo system. Waking up to find everyone in the barracks sleeping outside because of the smell. Cleaning all day and then taking apart the stereo and cleaning with carbontetrachloride-a two day project. Luckily it still worked. Or....throwing up for ten or twelve hours in a row, several times a month for fifteen years, being sent to psychoanalyst because every doctor said there was nothing wrong with me. They found the gallstones after fifteen years. Don't believe doctor's (they killed my mother) and check all of your prescriptions against the PDR. 000731 ... MollyCule here's a good one - you're drinking with some friends at your house. the last thing you remember is puking on the floor and then passing out INTO the pile of vomit. you wake up around 6 hours later, on the floor, six feet away from your own vomit. your shirt is pulled up to your neck in the back and there is a trail of puke leading from your head to the pile, suggesting that someone had dragged you by your ankles away from it. 001205 ... misstree first time i saw someone else succumb to alcohol, they'd been eating twizzlers all night... there was a brand spankin' new white carpet... she tried to puke on a chair, but that just made it splatter... and, i am sorry to say, i have lost count of how many bathrooms i have "fallen asleep" in... not *too* many of them nekkid, though. :) 001205 ... daxle the usual story: friend's parents go on vacation, friend throws a party new leather couches, and someone pukes all over them, so what do they use to wash them?... water (the worst possible thing besides maybe gasoline and a torch) for those of us who were drunk this was pretty funny what was funnier though is when someone went to comfort the friend and was told "get the fuck off of me!" I also hear it was funny when I claimed I was jesus, sighting hand injury of unknown cause as evidence, but I have no recollection 001205 ... nocturnal that hand thing happened to me! I didn't puke that night or anything (I almost never do) but my hand was gushing blood from a huge cut right in the middle. that's actually the only reason I noticed it. didn't feel a thing and no one to this day knows how I got it. we are all also rather curious to know how my left breast got so badly bruised. someone confessed to having bitten it accidentally, but he was kidding...I think...I hope. anyway, I was walking around the streets of austin telling random people, "I'm jesus christ! look at my hand!" I'm such an idiot. 010613 ... kingsuperspecial you know, I love this page, but I don't think I know you all well enough to share my puking stories yet. for some reason I'm always naked, and I don't think we need to got there. silly boy! but, I love other people's stories - bring them on! 010615 ... johnny west And then, this one time, I PUKED! Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha! Christ! And THEN I puked AGAIN! Ahahahahahaha! Hahahahaha! 010615 ... Sol having just downed 2 bottles of red wine a 4 pack of some cheap beer and wierd schnapps cocktail things (as well as a monster pure resin 1/4 in a single spliff (no bacc.) everything went greena nd started wobbling (in my house) I found a toilet and promptly started vomiting, wherupon i panicked (believing my self to be internally bleeding due to the colour of the wine) and went searching the house for my freinds, to ask them if it was blood (?) whilst leaking vomit, i eventually found the other toilet and passed out with my head down it and 2 pint glasses of water also in it, being observed as mumbling "its my house, its my house" at fairly regular intervals. I cant remember any more 010615 ... nemo well this is a great page 010626 ... Persona I've been known to pray to the porcelain god, but, more often than not: squatting or kneeling down on all fours behind someone's garage and retching like a cat, and giggling miserably at what I must look like 010627 ... Norm I don't acctually recall me puking that night but I'm sure I did. Well, one of my good good buddies and I found a way to get into his parents liquor cabinet. This thing was huge floor to the ceiling. Well anyways, we got it opened at about 10:30, than we took out all the hard alcohol that was in there. I mean there was more than enough to kill both of us. Some girls came over, they were a year younger than us and they didn't want to drink, anyways, being the stupid moron I am, I started drinking, alot, and trying to tell them how much fun it was and how much fun I was having. My friend had long stopped drinking by now. Then some of another buddy shows up, and points out the great oportunity I had with two shot glasses not being used and than fills both of them up, and I shoot the both back, and he fills it up. So here I am drinking one ounce after another. I've drank about 30 ounces by now, and my other buddy shows up, at this point I look at the time and its 11 o'clock and I say "I gooot tooo gooo hoooomeeee byyy 2". The buddy who's house I'm at says I've gotta leave by twelve. I don't remeber anything after that but my buddy who had just arrived tells me I drank at least 25 shots once he got there. Lets see, thats 55 shots, ya I'm pretty sure I should be dead. Well I hear I puked all over his house and they had to call my parents to come get me and bring me home. The next day I puked almost all day. 010827 ... Norm Wait thats not funny... 010827 ... Norm Wait this is funny though. The entire night I was asking to put on "Dust on the Bottle" by David Lee Murphy. The best drinking song of all time! Ya thats funny. Not really about puking though. 010827 ... ever dumbening 1. this lame-ass bar in westwood called yesterdays, my 21st bday, earling under the table and watching it spill over the edge, plummeting down 20 feet to the dining area below 2. in john and jeff miller's backyard, after many hours of 1/4's, heaving off the deck into the eucalytus trees, looking up to see my friend scott doing the exact same thing. we both smile, realizing we're having the same thought which we then both voice: let's go do some drinkin 011116 what's it to you? who go blather from