Society & Culture Where is the worst place you've vomited?

[Natho]

Great thread. I've done a taxi spew. Was a huge night got a taxi and had only driven about 3 or 4kms and it all hit me I was struggling big time. Tried to spew out the window didn't really work.

 

[helicopter]

Outside a gourmet pizza shop and every 150 meters down the road for about 20 minutes while I was walking down the street party-hopping one night in Summer of 09/10 with some mates. Had no water, so I just kept sculling Barcardi to wash the taste out. I know, vicious circle, but anyway these randoms who were with us between parties literally thought it was awesome some stupid f*** kept drinking, only to throw up again, then to keep drinking to wash taste out, only to get up again and continue on the cyclical ******ation that was happening before them.

Late nominees:

Friends car on the way back from a party out the window.

McDonalds car park, twice.

After my first bong hit.

Toilets at the Shopping Center when I had gastro.




So many incidents, it's happened enough that I no longer am embarrased by it occuring. Vomit free though for 10 months.

Walking home from the harp once and spew 5 or 6 times on the way home.

 

[jethro11]

My girlfriends couch

 

[Watto]

In the city after a football game. Think it was Etihad's "chips".

 

[Danog]

On my lap when I was 10, just as I had taken off on a 6 hour flight. Was on my own too.

 

[raskolnikov]

Off the balcony of a 13th floor apartment in Taiwan.

 

[GreatBradScott]

In the city after a football game. Think it was Etihad's "chips".

Have nearly done the same at a Victory game a few years ago. I eat from places outside the ground from now on.

 

[I bleed Blue]

I think my efforts on Saturday night are worthy of this thread

Ok so me and a couple of mates cant really be stuffed going out with the rest of the boys on Saturday night, and the missez is out with her mates. After smashing some balls at the driving range we decide right there is no other option.. lets go get shitfaced

End up getting a bottle of vodka each and heading back to my house to play Fifa and get sloshed.

Lets make these games interesting we decide, every goal you conceed SHOT, every yellow card SHOT, if you loose the game you guessed it SHOT

I got off to a crackign start smashing my first mate 5-0, and only getting 1 yellow card myself

Second game i win 5-3 so ive had few more shots.

"you blokes are shit house... im gonna do a shot because you blokes will never beat me" I boast. Im involved in a few more close games untill one of my mates gets ahold of me in a game and does me 5-0 including 2 yellow cards for me

Smash down 8 shots in those 8 minutes.

Blackness.......

7:00am- I wake up freezing cold... "what the hell some moron left the back doors open". Drag myself off the couch to go and close the door.. "what the hell where are all my cloths".

7:02am- This mystery is to hard to solve right now im still half cut.. back to sleep (with a blanket this time)

9:04am- Wake up less messed up than before... ok time to solve this bloody mystery. Slowly roll off the couch to see I have chucked all next to the couch.... Disgusting I think to myself, but I need to investigate further... what would dexter do? "Follow the blood" I hear dexter whisper too me "piss off dexter im going to follow the vomit".

I look up and see my shorts on the ground a few meters away. Next to the shorts is the next pile of vomit... "follow the vomit". I look up "Oh no you have to be kidding"... the next vomit is all over the xmas tree and the gifts underneath. "follow the vomit" I find the final pile of vomit just outside the slidding door to the back yard with my shirt next to it

Pretty disgracefull night and I dont remember any of it. Moral of the story boys and girls .. dont play Fifa as a drinking game.

 

[Vecto]

Power spewed all over the little brother of the chick I was trying to bang.

Hey Simon

 

[MaddAdam]

When I was 18 I had just been dumped by my first (but not first overall) serious girlfriend. It was a 7-8 month relationship and looking back now didn't mean much. But back then it was still very fresh in my mind.

So we're at a mutual friends party about a week and a half after she ended it. Everyone at the party knew we were broken up, not a huge deal - but when she's one of those girls that used to hang with my mates during (and after) the relationship, she had sorta "claimed" them, it was awkward.

So we got talking about us and I was all holding onto the faint hope that something might happen again, but I knew it was dead. We kept talking and here's the kicker - she said she regretted dating me. Theres a whole lot of drama behind us even dating in the first place, she dated my mate before.

Anyway, freshly wounded, I walked off and found a 3/4 bottle of Jacks. I decided to stupidly down the entire thing in about 5 minutes. Straight.

...

At the stage where I've cut this I was utterly convinced you were going to say you spewed on your ex.

 

[Cruyff14]

I think my efforts on Saturday night are worthy of this thread

Ok so me and a couple of mates cant really be stuffed going out with the rest of the boys on Saturday night, and the missez is out with her mates. After smashing some balls at the driving range we decide right there is no other option.. lets go get shitfaced

End up getting a bottle of vodka each and heading back to my house to play Fifa and get sloshed.

Lets make these games interesting we decide, every goal you conceed SHOT, every yellow card SHOT, if you loose the game you guessed it SHOT

I got off to a crackign start smashing my first mate 5-0, and only getting 1 yellow card myself

Second game i win 5-3 so ive had few more shots.

"you blokes are shit house... im gonna do a shot because you blokes will never beat me" I boast. Im involved in a few more close games untill one of my mates gets ahold of me in a game and does me 5-0 including 2 yellow cards for me

Smash down 8 shots in those 8 minutes.

Blackness.......

7:00am- I wake up freezing cold... "what the hell some moron left the back doors open". Drag myself off the couch to go and close the door.. "what the hell where are all my cloths".

7:02am- This mystery is to hard to solve right now im still half cut.. back to sleep (with a blanket this time)

9:04am- Wake up less messed up than before... ok time to solve this bloody mystery. Slowly roll off the couch to see I have chucked all next to the couch.... Disgusting I think to myself, but I need to investigate further... what would dexter do? "Follow the blood" I hear dexter whisper too me "piss off dexter im going to follow the vomit".

I look up and see my shorts on the ground a few meters away. Next to the shorts is the next pile of vomit... "follow the vomit". I look up "Oh no you have to be kidding"... the next vomit is all over the xmas tree and the gifts underneath. "follow the vomit" I find the final pile of vomit just outside the slidding door to the back yard with my shirt next to it

Pretty disgracefull night and I dont remember any of it. Moral of the story boys and girls .. dont play Fifa as a drinking game.

All over the Christmas tree and gifts? What did the rents say? You're going to Hell, man.

 

[I bleed Blue]

All over the Christmas tree and gifts? What did the rents say? You're going to Hell, man.

Haha mate my old man was the first one up in the morning... and he was blind Saturday night too... I mean totally blind. He actually thought he did it!

But yeah mumsi was pretty good about it... needless to say I spent half the day re-wrapping gifts and cleaning the carpet though.

 

[Kcrack]

All over the bar at Q Room in Thomastown, guess it was inevitable after 15+ shots of tequila.

 

[GreatBradScott]

9:04am- Wake up less messed up than before... ok time to solve this bloody mystery. Slowly roll off the couch to see I have chucked all next to the couch.... Disgusting I think to myself, but I need to investigate further... what would dexter do? "Follow the blood" I hear dexter whisper too me "piss off dexter im going to follow the vomit".

I look up and see my shorts on the ground a few meters away. Next to the shorts is the next pile of vomit... "follow the vomit". I look up "Oh no you have to be kidding"... the next vomit is all over the xmas tree and the gifts underneath. "follow the vomit" I find the final pile of vomit just outside the slidding door to the back yard with my shirt next to it.

That's one of the most hilarious pop culture references I've ever read. F**king Gold.

 

[PP34]

The worst place for me was in my bed. I was at a basketball clinic with my sister once and she's playing and suddenly just vomits all over the court. That was pretty bad.

 

[Black Diamond]

In the back drivers side footwell of a taxi.

I'd never been so fuelled before and had gone straight from a game to this uni event where I had earlier made a complete wander of myself.

Thankfully the cabby didn't even notice.

 

[raskolnikov]

Slightly off topic but last week I was driving with a friend from Melbourne to Queensland. I felt the need to go but it was 20k til the next town so I decided to hold off. About 15k out we hit a long stretch of roadworks. It took us about 20 minutes to get 5k. I just couldn't hold it anymore. When we stopped at the next lollipop guy I hopped out and had a piss on the side of the road in front of about 10 roadworkers. As I drove off I looked in my rear vision mirrot to see them all laughing at me.

 

[doggies ftw]

Im starting to tally up some pretty impressive spews haha, Trains, my bed, other peoples beds, 60inch plasmas, you know the usual!

 

[Silent Alarm]

In the aisles of a Target.

I was working after a pretty big night. I couldn't get any beers, so being 16, I had to grab some wine from home. Proceeded to drink that and a bunch of random shots and beers. Going to work was utterly terrible, but I never get serious hangovers, so I just powered through my four hour shift on the tills.

It was Grand Final day (the first, drawn GF) and I was peeking out the side of the shop every so often (next door was a sports shop with the game on TV). The managers didn't care, but they were always annoyed at me for never going to their parties and staff events. When I complained about feeling sick, they brushed it off and told me to keep working.

So thirty-five toilet breaks later, with half an hour of my shift left, and I just felt it coming. Finished off the transaction without opening my mouth, ran off, and couldn't hold it in: Red, winey, but acidic, vomit all down the aisles and into the staff rooms.

When I got home, I had to clean my mates spew from our carpet...

 

[Ess_don]

Geez reading these posts makes me feel a whole lot better about spewing in the back of my own car (mate drove my car coz obviously I was too blind).. was a 21st house party, open bar (kegs), basically no viable birds, so me some mates just had a comp to see who could drink the most beer.

Worse thing was there was 2 other friends (1 was a girl that had a little crush on me, not sure how she feels now!) in the car, lucky I didnt yak on any of them, just the empty seat..

Totally understand the feeling of not being able to hold it back.. putting your hand over your mouth just makes it worse doesnt it?

Hated that feeling and definitely never want to reach that point ever again, Im pretty sure I know my limit of getting absolutely smashed without needing to yak now.
Also, dont mix your drinks too much and definitely eat at least something before a big night! Empty stomach = definite yak.

 

[A Swallow]

Great thread. Had one massive power chuck on Schoolies off a balcony, when a mate poured half a bottle of vodka down a beer bong I was doing. Body just said "get f*cked" instantly.

My younger sister got shit-faced at a party that she wasn't meant to be at in the first place (let alone drinking at all at that point) and came home, threw up on the toilet floor, her bedroom floor and all in her bed. She told the folks it was me, that I stumbled in to say hello when I got home, threw up everywhere and walked out. Safe to say I was a little confused when dad woke me up pissed off asking me about it, but I quickly clicked and covered for her with a nonchalant "oh yeah I must've had a few more than I thought..."

 

[MrNatural]

I havent vomitted much in the last few years, but probably the last time i did vomit, was about 5 years ago.
This is how it happened.
Played footy on the saturday, my team hadnt won a game all season (was about 2/3 the way through the season), but we managed to get up and win, along with me having a BOG performance.
I was pretty proud with myself and decided to treat my body to a night of alcohol to celebrate.
It was my friends 19th that night, so i had another excuse.
Went to her house, had a few pre's, started with 6 pack of JDs down within a hour or 2.
Had a mate who loved his Jagerbombs, had a few of them, then was dared by a mate to scull some straight Jager.
Turns out it was about a 2/3 a bottle of Jager. I thought nothing of it, down she went in one foul swoop.
Thought nothing of it.
Then 10-15 mins later, im blind. Had to pretend to be sober to get into the local club, which was Blitz (In Berwick, Vic).
Somehow bluffed the security to get in, i couldnt even read my own ID i was that drunk.
Got in, had a couple more drinks, was dancing around like a tool. Then started to feel a bit sick. Decided to sit down.
Then suddenly, the worst feeling comes over me, powerchuck is about to commence.
I had about a 15m sprint to get to the toilet across the dancefloor, but alas i only managed to get about 5m and powerchucked all over the dancefloor in front of 100s of people and of course, the security.
Had a quick cleanup in the toilet, then i was 'escorted' out of building.

Was basically left to my own devices out front.
Fell asleep in the front garden and vomitted a few times more.
Somehow managed to get home.
This was the first and to this stage, only time id ever thrown up from alcohol use.

 

[Tex_21]

Divvy van.

 

[Quivorir]

New the guy running the Cha Cha (ride) at a festival, prick wouldnt let us off, we were stuck on it for like an hour.

Then rode the Ali Baba (quite a simple ride), was still dizzy from the cha cha. Me and the mrs boffed all over the place. Was horrible.

Spent 20 or so mins arguing with a security guard to let me into the club, finally got in after some how proving I was fine, walk down the stairs, 3 seconds later I vomited in my mouth, ran back out and let it all out over the ground. Felt so bad after all the time I spent arguing with the security guard.

Also vomited on a duck once.

 

[Quivorir]

Also dreamt I vomited once. Did realize that it wasn't just a dream til 5pm the next day when I was leaving for work. The mrs loved having to clean that up.