Your worst Spew ?
Most stealth Spew u've seen ?
Alcohol / Drug induced ?
I'll start with the old underage spew...Was down in Prot Arlington with my big brother and his mates, got me tanked for the first time (prob around 13 /14 y.o) drank beer, wine etc. Then at about 1am sitting round the fire someone cracks a botlle of Stones Ginger Mac. I'd never had a shot before, but they managed to make me have plenty. Followed up by a couple of decent sized cones.
Passed out in a bed, woke up next morning with spew everywhere. All over me, only time i've ever chucked on myself or in a bed. Never drinking Stones ginger wine ever again.
The Spew story thread...
Party towards the end of year 12. Me and two friends went a bottle of tequila each. Simon never made it to the party, cos he was in hospital getting his stomach pumped.
Dave managed ok, had a bit of a spew but was fine the next day.
I spewed that night just before passing out. The next day I had the spews on pretty bad. I spewed in 5 different SHIRES! And here they are
- Sale
- Warrick
- Rosedale
- Traralgon
- Morwell (I spewed in Churchill as well, but that falls within Morwell Shire)
That was a pretty mad party actually. The dog caught on fire. Twice.
I always say its not a truly great party unless something catches on fire.
Dave managed ok, had a bit of a spew but was fine the next day.
I spewed that night just before passing out. The next day I had the spews on pretty bad. I spewed in 5 different SHIRES! And here they are
- Sale
- Warrick
- Rosedale
- Traralgon
- Morwell (I spewed in Churchill as well, but that falls within Morwell Shire)
That was a pretty mad party actually. The dog caught on fire. Twice.
I always say its not a truly great party unless something catches on fire.
He's climbing in your windows, he's snatching your people up.
-
Terry Tate
- Posts: 804
- Joined: Fri Mar 18, 2005 4:14 pm
- Location: come in! this is lonely soldier! my location is....bookshop!
wouldve been around 14/15 and 2 chums and i had stolen a bottle of rum or whiskey or something along those lines from a friends dad and polished it off and ended up in the city somehow.
last thing i remember is being in hungry jacks. the following was told to me a few days later by my friend -
apparently i got in a fight with an aboriginal dude, spewed all over the table in hj's and the hj guys freaked and called an ambo. id had a bit of a cold that morning and id taken 2 garlic tablets, but the ambo guys were convinced id taken 2 pills and kept on asking me if id taken any drugs. of course i kept on denying it and they got all pissed at me and took me to the hospital.
i woke up at 3 in the morning or so wondering where the fuck i was with a drip in my arm.
apparently i was pretty close to doing some kinda permanent damage to myself.
last thing i remember is being in hungry jacks. the following was told to me a few days later by my friend -
apparently i got in a fight with an aboriginal dude, spewed all over the table in hj's and the hj guys freaked and called an ambo. id had a bit of a cold that morning and id taken 2 garlic tablets, but the ambo guys were convinced id taken 2 pills and kept on asking me if id taken any drugs. of course i kept on denying it and they got all pissed at me and took me to the hospital.
i woke up at 3 in the morning or so wondering where the fuck i was with a drip in my arm.
apparently i was pretty close to doing some kinda permanent damage to myself.
New Hampshire's alright if you like fighting.
behind the galaga machine @ revolver 
on the dance floor @ revolver
behind the DJ booth in the backroom @ revolver
needless to say I was turfed out pretty quickly after that. Had no idea what was going on. I thought some nice bloke was taking me outside for some fresh air..... then, all of a sudden I was standing in Chapel St thinking "how did I get out here?"
I saw the door to revs and remembered what was going on, I proceded to wonder back in the door. The bouncer said "where do you think you're going mate?". I said "just stepped out for some fresh air", he said "yeah, you need it mate, get out of here" It was at this moment that I realised I had been EJECTED
I can't beleive I just told everybody that story
on the dance floor @ revolver
behind the DJ booth in the backroom @ revolver
needless to say I was turfed out pretty quickly after that. Had no idea what was going on. I thought some nice bloke was taking me outside for some fresh air..... then, all of a sudden I was standing in Chapel St thinking "how did I get out here?"
I saw the door to revs and remembered what was going on, I proceded to wonder back in the door. The bouncer said "where do you think you're going mate?". I said "just stepped out for some fresh air", he said "yeah, you need it mate, get out of here" It was at this moment that I realised I had been EJECTED
I can't beleive I just told everybody that story
-
sneaky hands
- Posts: 2048
- Joined: Tue Jan 11, 2005 1:39 pm
the funniest one i ever saw wasnt me. we were on a rampage at revolver and my mate had been going hard, we were at the bar doing shots of tequila. we downed two, then my mate spews on the bar. the bartenders had their backs to us and there was a mate on either side of this guy so nobody noticed immediately, so we just grabbed the rest of our drinks and sauntered off.
my mate was fine, just working off some excess uh stomach contents.
my mate was fine, just working off some excess uh stomach contents.
sneaky flow like cash flow
on the first of the month
for broke cats that's thirst for the blunt
on the first of the month
for broke cats that's thirst for the blunt
-
sternumbreaks
- Posts: 348
- Joined: Mon Jan 23, 2006 11:11 am
-
Lós Kasino—
- Posts: 3721
- Joined: Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:04 am
- Location: Brooklyn, NYC
corner of bourke street and spring street
1996
8:30am on a weekday
smashed after a heady night at metro/casino and some other shitholes only an 18 yo from Eltham can find interesting.
stumbling up the street, stumbled onto road and barfed in front of 40 school girls at the tram stop. can't remember much else but woke up at 3pm in a locked train at Hurstbridge Train Depot.
1996
8:30am on a weekday
smashed after a heady night at metro/casino and some other shitholes only an 18 yo from Eltham can find interesting.
stumbling up the street, stumbled onto road and barfed in front of 40 school girls at the tram stop. can't remember much else but woke up at 3pm in a locked train at Hurstbridge Train Depot.
-
Lós Kasino—
- Posts: 3721
- Joined: Thu Nov 25, 2004 2:04 am
- Location: Brooklyn, NYC
-
sternumbreaks
- Posts: 348
- Joined: Mon Jan 23, 2006 11:11 am
repost from the embarrassing moments thread:
I have only ever spewed from alcohol twice in my life, each time was spectacular:
Number one
When I was living in Argentina when I was 16 I went out one night with some of the local lads I'd made friends with and, due to the cheapness of alcohol and other things, proceeded to get completely trollied to the point where I passed out in a bar (which I had managed to get behid and was mixing drinks apparently) and had to be carried home.
On the way I spewed:
- in the sleeve of my jacket;
- in the street
- I think I may also have spewed on one (or two) of them along the way...
teenage shennanigans, you know.
As if that wasn't embarassing enough...
the next day when I saw them again, I had a bit of a laugh and said how embarassed I was. However my Spanish vocabulary wasn't the best - I was still at the stage of using English words and kind of sticking a Spanish sounding ending on...
When I told them "estoy muy EMBARRASSADA despues de la noche passado" they all looked really uncomfortable and kind of looked away and laughed uneasily.
I thought they must be really prudish or something. It was only months later that someone told me that, in Spanish, what I had said to them was "I am so PREGNANT after last night"...
Number 2
Decorating the Grand Hyatt, Law Ball 1997. The only time I have ever been ejected from a venue by security.
I have only ever spewed from alcohol twice in my life, each time was spectacular:
Number one
When I was living in Argentina when I was 16 I went out one night with some of the local lads I'd made friends with and, due to the cheapness of alcohol and other things, proceeded to get completely trollied to the point where I passed out in a bar (which I had managed to get behid and was mixing drinks apparently) and had to be carried home.
On the way I spewed:
- in the sleeve of my jacket;
- in the street
- I think I may also have spewed on one (or two) of them along the way...
teenage shennanigans, you know.
As if that wasn't embarassing enough...
the next day when I saw them again, I had a bit of a laugh and said how embarassed I was. However my Spanish vocabulary wasn't the best - I was still at the stage of using English words and kind of sticking a Spanish sounding ending on...
When I told them "estoy muy EMBARRASSADA despues de la noche passado" they all looked really uncomfortable and kind of looked away and laughed uneasily.
I thought they must be really prudish or something. It was only months later that someone told me that, in Spanish, what I had said to them was "I am so PREGNANT after last night"...
Number 2
Decorating the Grand Hyatt, Law Ball 1997. The only time I have ever been ejected from a venue by security.
Last edited by elysium on Wed Apr 19, 2006 11:27 am, edited 1 time in total.
I'm in a loop, I am the loop...
My most recent was at the office Xmas party last year - my first Xmas party for this job.
A couple of hot ones, and a couple of cold ones before leaving the house. Then many, many beers upon reaching the pub where the party was - seperated by numerous shots of tequila, cointreau, vodka and black sambucca.
I don't remember anything after around 9pm.
The next day I wake up with the "what the fuck is that smell" vibe. Glancing down over the bed I see my bedroom floors covered in stinky spew (and it's already a really hot day!). Then I had to clean all the stuff up whilst extremely hung over - resulting in me spewing again.... and again.
I was then told of my nights adventures including passing out in the taxi, pissing in the street, falling over my girlfriend and breaking her $400 prescription glasses etc etc.....
Worst part was I had to spend the rest of the day in Chaddie doing Xmas shopping - absolute hell on a bangin' hangover. I swear I was sweating pure alcohol!
A couple of hot ones, and a couple of cold ones before leaving the house. Then many, many beers upon reaching the pub where the party was - seperated by numerous shots of tequila, cointreau, vodka and black sambucca.
I don't remember anything after around 9pm.
The next day I wake up with the "what the fuck is that smell" vibe. Glancing down over the bed I see my bedroom floors covered in stinky spew (and it's already a really hot day!). Then I had to clean all the stuff up whilst extremely hung over - resulting in me spewing again.... and again.
I was then told of my nights adventures including passing out in the taxi, pissing in the street, falling over my girlfriend and breaking her $400 prescription glasses etc etc.....
Worst part was I had to spend the rest of the day in Chaddie doing Xmas shopping - absolute hell on a bangin' hangover. I swear I was sweating pure alcohol!
shepherd wrote:corner of bourke street and spring street
1996
8:30am on a weekday
smashed after a heady night at metro/casino and some other shitholes only an 18 yo from Eltham can find interesting.
stumbling up the street, stumbled onto road and barfed in front of 40 school girls at the tram stop. can't remember much else but woke up at 3pm in a locked train at Hurstbridge Train Depot.
hahaha!!!!!!Another time about a year or two ago Myself and another well know DJ buddy of mine went on a Country tour. Played in Bright of all places...We got told the whole town would be there and we were pretty amped.
Rocked up to this tiny tiny club down some stairs, had to take our own decks etc. It was that small we had to setup and play on a coffee table and couch's.
Anyways got to about midnight or 1am and there were about 10-15 people in the place of which consisted of half the local footy team who were having a right laugh at Drum n Bass.
So the manager and promo team apologise prefously about no one showing up, and the manager says right boys there bar is at your total disposal, anything you like and as much of it as you want. About 6 beers down already we start going 2 beers and 2 shots...started harmless with boags + tequila. By 3am the club shuts and we get a "Lock In" ...doors locked bar open. Bar tender serves up some horrid concotions of some purple shit u light on fire on then skull and suck the fumes through a straw.
About 6am rolls around we get booted out and stumble back to some randoms house, myself and another mate go to some weird park for a kick of the footy.
Come back to randoms house to find buddy passed out in a chair with purple spew all over his hat and floor, so we put him to bed. He woke up 3 hours later, we were both still wasted and started the long journey home to melb and what a shitfull hungover / comedown journey it was. Last time we vowed to ever play in bright. hahaha
Rocked up to this tiny tiny club down some stairs, had to take our own decks etc. It was that small we had to setup and play on a coffee table and couch's.
Anyways got to about midnight or 1am and there were about 10-15 people in the place of which consisted of half the local footy team who were having a right laugh at Drum n Bass.
So the manager and promo team apologise prefously about no one showing up, and the manager says right boys there bar is at your total disposal, anything you like and as much of it as you want. About 6 beers down already we start going 2 beers and 2 shots...started harmless with boags + tequila. By 3am the club shuts and we get a "Lock In" ...doors locked bar open. Bar tender serves up some horrid concotions of some purple shit u light on fire on then skull and suck the fumes through a straw.
About 6am rolls around we get booted out and stumble back to some randoms house, myself and another mate go to some weird park for a kick of the footy.
Come back to randoms house to find buddy passed out in a chair with purple spew all over his hat and floor, so we put him to bed. He woke up 3 hours later, we were both still wasted and started the long journey home to melb and what a shitfull hungover / comedown journey it was. Last time we vowed to ever play in bright. hahaha
-
Terry Tate
- Posts: 804
- Joined: Fri Mar 18, 2005 4:14 pm
- Location: come in! this is lonely soldier! my location is....bookshop!
hahahah i remember crying with laughter when i first read that story in the embarrasing moments threadelysium wrote:"I am so PREGNANT after last night"...
pure gold.
this story involves a german friend who's currently working/partying here.
he left a house party out in the sticks and started walking home without knowing the direction he was heading in, just walking.
he walked for ages before coming across a train station. there were two guys standing nearby havin a smoke, and since he was dying for one he went over and asked if he could bum one off them.
it turned out they were smoking a joint before their band was due to play at a venue nearby, so he had a smoke with them and then went and watched their band play.
after that he started walking again following the train tracks before cutting through a large expanse of grass. he came upon a fence and since it was in his way he jumped it, ripping his jeans up, before stumbling down some path.
around this point he spewed and passed out, before being awoken a few hours later by an elephant trumpeting. he had somehow ended up inside melbourne zoo. he heard people coming and freaked out and ran off, but couldnt remember how he had gotten in.
so he ran until he found some fence and could see people in the distance, so jumped that and headed off down that way. then he finally found a taxi and caught that and everything was a-okay.
New Hampshire's alright if you like fighting.
-
Kilgore_Trout
- Posts: 322
- Joined: Sat Jun 18, 2005 11:06 pm
- Location: I'm with stupid
-
Lizkins
- Junior Vice President
- Posts: 17099
- Joined: Thu Nov 25, 2004 5:09 pm
- Location: Never never land
way too many stories to tell. i have the weakest stomach known to man.
but some snap shots for you:
- cement mixer shot (take one shot of lime cordial and swill in mouth and then one shot of baileys and swill in mouth till you can't swill no more - result - cement mixer). Can only be gotten rid of by copious amounts of water to get it down. Result - within 10 minutes i was spewing in my mates bath tub, sink, floor and then carted off to bed with a bucket while party continued around me. Thanks to my mate Evan for that one
- work christmas party - drank til i couldn't drink no more - i was in charge of organising it so i made sure drinking budget was stupidly big. Went to see friends on Brunswick Street once kicked out of Christmas party venue, walked up to them and fell backwards on to my back and laid on the footpath til my best bud slapped me across the face and woke me up to which point i started throwing all over the footpath. Classy, i think so!
- typical pub crawl which ended with me clutching a drink in Gypsy Bar on Burnswick Street. Decided that seeing double wasn't fun anymore so i stumbled home. Fell into bed fully clothed and woke up at some point throwing up while still kind of asleep. I managed to move the sheets and some of my clothing and fell back to sleep. Woke up the next day barely able to see or walk and cleaned up my bed and threw the sheets out - totally not worth fixing. Was sick for about three days straight. Go rock star styles...
man i have more...think i will stop before i really shame myself
but some snap shots for you:
- cement mixer shot (take one shot of lime cordial and swill in mouth and then one shot of baileys and swill in mouth till you can't swill no more - result - cement mixer). Can only be gotten rid of by copious amounts of water to get it down. Result - within 10 minutes i was spewing in my mates bath tub, sink, floor and then carted off to bed with a bucket while party continued around me. Thanks to my mate Evan for that one
- work christmas party - drank til i couldn't drink no more - i was in charge of organising it so i made sure drinking budget was stupidly big. Went to see friends on Brunswick Street once kicked out of Christmas party venue, walked up to them and fell backwards on to my back and laid on the footpath til my best bud slapped me across the face and woke me up to which point i started throwing all over the footpath. Classy, i think so!
- typical pub crawl which ended with me clutching a drink in Gypsy Bar on Burnswick Street. Decided that seeing double wasn't fun anymore so i stumbled home. Fell into bed fully clothed and woke up at some point throwing up while still kind of asleep. I managed to move the sheets and some of my clothing and fell back to sleep. Woke up the next day barely able to see or walk and cleaned up my bed and threw the sheets out - totally not worth fixing. Was sick for about three days straight. Go rock star styles...
man i have more...think i will stop before i really shame myself
No shame in this thread mate.deviant wrote:behind the galaga machine @ revolver
on the dance floor @ revolver
behind the DJ booth in the backroom @ revolver
I love the STEALTH spew. Best one was at the Hi Fi bar rocking at a tekstep gig. Venues rocking, random girl dancing googed out next to me, turns round spews into a empty cup and keeps dancing like nothings happened. STEALTH!
-
Lizkins
- Junior Vice President
- Posts: 17099
- Joined: Thu Nov 25, 2004 5:09 pm
- Location: Never never land
did similar at Hard Kandy one night. Dancing away and felt one coming so i bolted to the bathroom but spewed on the way, carried on my journey to bathroom to go clean up and walked back out and continued dancing.Fents wrote:No shame in this thread mate.deviant wrote:behind the galaga machine @ revolver
on the dance floor @ revolver
behind the DJ booth in the backroom @ revolver
I love the STEALTH spew. Best one was at the Hi Fi bar rocking at a tekstep gig. Venues rocking, random girl dancing googed out next to me, turns round spews into a empty cup and keeps dancing like nothings happened. STEALTH!
Lizkins, you copped Cammo's stealth spew at Good Vobes didn't you?? He had been so casual about it that barely no one knew it was right there....Lizkins wrote:did similar at Hard Kandy one night. Dancing away and felt one coming so i bolted to the bathroom but spewed on the way, carried on my journey to bathroom to go clean up and walked back out and continued dancing.Fents wrote:No shame in this thread mate.deviant wrote:behind the galaga machine @ revolver
on the dance floor @ revolver
behind the DJ booth in the backroom @ revolver
I love the STEALTH spew. Best one was at the Hi Fi bar rocking at a tekstep gig. Venues rocking, random girl dancing googed out next to me, turns round spews into a empty cup and keeps dancing like nothings happened. STEALTH!
Only the meek get pinched...the bold survive
Here's another stealth spew story for you Fents...
My flatmate in London was at a pub in a booth, but right at the middle so she couldn't get out. Had had a few too many beers and started feeling rather queasy. Realised she wasn't going to make it out of the booth and across everyone, so ducked under the table and hurled in a cup. Then sat back up and kept drinking...
iiiiewww!
My flatmate in London was at a pub in a booth, but right at the middle so she couldn't get out. Had had a few too many beers and started feeling rather queasy. Realised she wasn't going to make it out of the booth and across everyone, so ducked under the table and hurled in a cup. Then sat back up and kept drinking...
iiiiewww!
I'm in a loop, I am the loop...
-
Lizkins
- Junior Vice President
- Posts: 17099
- Joined: Thu Nov 25, 2004 5:09 pm
- Location: Never never land
The Mixtress wrote:Lizkins, you copped Cammo's stealth spew at Good Vobes didn't you?? He had been so casual about it that barely no one knew it was right there....Lizkins wrote:did similar at Hard Kandy one night. Dancing away and felt one coming so i bolted to the bathroom but spewed on the way, carried on my journey to bathroom to go clean up and walked back out and continued dancing.Fents wrote: No shame in this thread mate.
I love the STEALTH spew. Best one was at the Hi Fi bar rocking at a tekstep gig. Venues rocking, random girl dancing googed out next to me, turns round spews into a empty cup and keeps dancing like nothings happened. STEALTH!
Ahhh yeah i did too. Funniest about that story was i found a random chick with deodarant and got her to spray my bottom with it so i wouldn't smell of Cammo spew for the rest of the day....i can now laugh about it
Probably my unstealthiest spew was at Stacy Pullen a couple of years back or so, when I ran into the Gents yelling "get out of the fucking way", and only made it as far as the sink.
I've had a few good stealthies though. Did a pearler stealth spew at Sunny a couple of years ago. So stealthy I almost didn't notice that I had spewed either.
Did a good stealth spew at the last Pnau gig I went to. 8th vodka shot in about an hour proved to be the fatal one, but thankfully I was standing in a corner and no-one noticed. Nice
I've had a few good stealthies though. Did a pearler stealth spew at Sunny a couple of years ago. So stealthy I almost didn't notice that I had spewed either.
Did a good stealth spew at the last Pnau gig I went to. 8th vodka shot in about an hour proved to be the fatal one, but thankfully I was standing in a corner and no-one noticed. Nice
He's climbing in your windows, he's snatching your people up.
i know someone on this board who did an awesome dancing circle spew.
the inevitable projectile liquid was only saved by a hand of god type effort by this particular individual who managed to cup the ingredients and rush to a wash room to clean off any evidence.
he returned and continued dancing like nothing had happened. professionalism.
the inevitable projectile liquid was only saved by a hand of god type effort by this particular individual who managed to cup the ingredients and rush to a wash room to clean off any evidence.
he returned and continued dancing like nothing had happened. professionalism.
-
bobinabottle
- Posts: 174
- Joined: Sat Jun 04, 2005 6:41 pm
-
Shadowgames
- Posts: 1950
- Joined: Fri Dec 03, 2004 3:40 pm
- Location: 3054
hahah well done, a Happy Birthday then eh matey?bobinabottle wrote:hehe i spewed last night
i have no idea how i got home
hahahaha hahaha ahhhh hahaelysium wrote:"I am so PREGNANT after last night"...
ah that's a classic.
my worst involved: two dim sims all day, beer, vodka pre-mixed drinks, wine and ... an entire bottle of 65% cooking alcohol (i couldn't taste it at the time, everyone else was dry retching at the smell of it.)
i made it to the backyard, the toilet, the bath and the matress to spew.
i wanted to die the next morning. the matress i was on probably had the same, red-wine-stained thoughts.
"I have ridden the mighty moon worm." - Al Gore.
-
Shadowgames
- Posts: 1950
- Joined: Fri Dec 03, 2004 3:40 pm
- Location: 3054
-
drew
- Posts: 813
- Joined: Fri Jul 01, 2005 3:40 pm
- Location: [email protected]
- Contact:
last sunday....
went to a mates place, just gonna have a quite night with some mates from school, only five of us just playing a few games of poker few beers...
it ended up breaking into my mates parents white wine collection after we ran out of beer... started drunken singing to songs like 'he got game by PE' and 'grils on film by duran duran'...
but all in all...10 bottles of beer and a bottle of wine doesnt make drew a happy boy
unstealth moment: one monday night at pug mahones *spelt wrong* ...$3 pint night... me and my mates have a pint skulling comps.... standing at the bar after finishing a skull...feel it come up, CATCH it in my hands and shit bolt to the bathrooms
went to a mates place, just gonna have a quite night with some mates from school, only five of us just playing a few games of poker few beers...
it ended up breaking into my mates parents white wine collection after we ran out of beer... started drunken singing to songs like 'he got game by PE' and 'grils on film by duran duran'...
but all in all...10 bottles of beer and a bottle of wine doesnt make drew a happy boy
unstealth moment: one monday night at pug mahones *spelt wrong* ...$3 pint night... me and my mates have a pint skulling comps.... standing at the bar after finishing a skull...feel it come up, CATCH it in my hands and shit bolt to the bathrooms
Last edited by drew on Wed Apr 19, 2006 1:38 pm, edited 2 times in total.
-
breaksRbest
- Posts: 9966
- Joined: Tue Nov 23, 2004 11:24 pm
- Location: 37°49'S 144°58' E
I'm an expert at stealth spewing 
I've done it mid-conversation without the person I'm talking to realising I've spewed (this has happened more than once)
out the front passenger window of a cab without the driver knowing
middle of the dancefloor
into plant pots
etc etc
I've done it mid-conversation without the person I'm talking to realising I've spewed
(this has happened more than once)out the front passenger window of a cab without the driver knowing
middle of the dancefloor
into plant pots
etc etc
I think I am, Therefore I am. I think
I no longer touch cocktails in any way, shape or form
Memories of a rather unpleasant couple of days after a night at the Kitten Club drinking some sort of grass vodka cocktail thingo are still waaay too vivid
Spew STILL rises in my throat when I smell Reef Oil or anything coconut after an alcohol poisoining with Malibu when I was 15
Memories of a rather unpleasant couple of days after a night at the Kitten Club drinking some sort of grass vodka cocktail thingo are still waaay too vivid
Spew STILL rises in my throat when I smell Reef Oil or anything coconut after an alcohol poisoining with Malibu when I was 15
Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind - Dr. Seuss
-
Little Evil
I used to be a rock-climber, and when I was at Uni, we had the Victorian State University Climbing Championships at Vic Ranges Climbing Gym (now burnt down)
Anyway, we had the after party there - and as most Uni things do, we got totally out of hand. Drinking games, people banging in the bouldering cave, etc, etc.
Anyway, this one guy who's name was Carl from Monash, who I'd just met that night, was so pissed he could barely walk.
He got up from the table, staggered towards the dunnies, and announced loudly that he was 'going to take a dump'
Anyway, half an hour later, he had'nt returned.
And me, being the curious soul that I am, went to see if he was ok.
Going into the dunny, there is no answer as I call out his name, but there's a locked cubicle.
I look under the door, and am greeted by one of the most disgusting sights I've ever seen. (More explanation in the following paragraph).
Only being able to take a second or so of this horrific sight, I jump into the cubicle next door, and look over into Carls - to take in the full horror of the situation from a birds-eye view.
After close and quick analysis of the situation, I quickly realise what had happened.
Carl, in good faith, had started out going for a dump.
While sitting on the toilet, while half finished, he must've got an incredible urge to spew. So being as pissed as he was, he had flippped himself around in the dunny, spewed his guts out, with his dacks around his ankles, sending vomit and faeces in every direction, and landing with his arse on the ground, and his head in the toilet.
The incredible strain of shitting himself and spewing simultaneously must've exhausted him, and as a consequence, he has passed out - with his head still in the dunny - and yes, the dacks still around the ankles, with soiled rectum on display.
One of the most horrible and disturbing sights I've yet seen.
Anyway, being the good samaritan I am, I gave him no help whatsoever.
I went and got every other dude in the comp to check it out.
And a chick called Jaquie Middleton still has the photo's.
Carl never spoke to me again.
Thankyou for your time.
Anyway, we had the after party there - and as most Uni things do, we got totally out of hand. Drinking games, people banging in the bouldering cave, etc, etc.
Anyway, this one guy who's name was Carl from Monash, who I'd just met that night, was so pissed he could barely walk.
He got up from the table, staggered towards the dunnies, and announced loudly that he was 'going to take a dump'
Anyway, half an hour later, he had'nt returned.
And me, being the curious soul that I am, went to see if he was ok.
Going into the dunny, there is no answer as I call out his name, but there's a locked cubicle.
I look under the door, and am greeted by one of the most disgusting sights I've ever seen. (More explanation in the following paragraph).
Only being able to take a second or so of this horrific sight, I jump into the cubicle next door, and look over into Carls - to take in the full horror of the situation from a birds-eye view.
After close and quick analysis of the situation, I quickly realise what had happened.
Carl, in good faith, had started out going for a dump.
While sitting on the toilet, while half finished, he must've got an incredible urge to spew. So being as pissed as he was, he had flippped himself around in the dunny, spewed his guts out, with his dacks around his ankles, sending vomit and faeces in every direction, and landing with his arse on the ground, and his head in the toilet.
The incredible strain of shitting himself and spewing simultaneously must've exhausted him, and as a consequence, he has passed out - with his head still in the dunny - and yes, the dacks still around the ankles, with soiled rectum on display.
One of the most horrible and disturbing sights I've yet seen.
Anyway, being the good samaritan I am, I gave him no help whatsoever.
I went and got every other dude in the comp to check it out.
And a chick called Jaquie Middleton still has the photo's.
Carl never spoke to me again.
Thankyou for your time.
Last edited by Little Evil on Thu Apr 20, 2006 11:09 am, edited 3 times in total.
-
witty_pseudonym
- Posts: 11779
- Joined: Wed Dec 15, 2004 9:53 am
- Location: betwixt and between
-
system
- let the hustlers play
- Posts: 10126
- Joined: Thu Nov 25, 2004 3:27 pm
- Location: the leave garden
it's been a while, but the last time (I can remember) was after a looooooong scotch session with Kammo. can't remember the club and can't remember the night, but ended up using my own 'personal' toilet cleaner at least twice.
DRS wrote:It’s uplifting while we drift through time,
‘cause we keep pushing the vibe.