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**cdcox** · 08-03-2007, 01:32 PM

Posted before, but here goes.

My family was visiting my cousin's family in Atlanta just after Christmas. We had lasagna and a glass or two of wine for dinner, then went to this place where they had carnival rides set up in the parking lot a long with some Christmas lights and other Christmas displays. My cousin's husband challenged me to go on a ride similar to the Octopus ride at Worlds of Fun. About 3/4 of the way through the ride, I was feeling it. I made it safely back to terra ferma without blowing chow. We walked around the place for another 20 minutes, I'm still feeling a little queasy, but figure the worse is over and I'll be okay. The seven of us pile into their Excursion, which they had just picked up the week before. We get on the highway and everyone is singing Christmas carols and it occurs to me that I'm not out of the woods yet. Once my saliva glands start becoming over active, I decide to say something.

Me: "I think you are going to need to pull over for me"

Cousin's husband: "Why?"

Me: "I'm about to lose something"

CH: "You're not serious are you?"

Me: "Yes, I'm about ready to puke"

CH: "DO NOT PUKE IN THE NEW CAR"
CH to his son: "Jeffery, in that back there is a plastic bag that has the licence plate for the car in it. Take the licence plate out of the bag and pass the bag up to the front"

Me: "hurry"

CH: "DO NOT PUKE IN THE NEW CAR"

This whole time my saliva glands are pouring into my mouth faster than I can swallow it. Finally the plastic bag arrives.

Now, I'm not a mild mannered puker. I put my whole body into it, along with the loud guttural hurling noises necessary to expel large volumes of liquid and semi-solids in a hurry. So I'm filling this bag. The other six passengers are either laughing or gagging, in most cases both. Just as I'm finishing up the spits you do to get rid of the last bit of saliva/puke in your mouth, he's finally pulling into a convenience store.

I get out of the van and hold up the plastic bag in the headlights so everyone can see. A solid half bag of puke. Think of Matrix, but with puke instead of dogshit.

Everyone was very thankful that the bag was available.

08-03-2007, 01:32 PM	#7
cdcox www.nfl-forecast.com Join Date: Sep 2000 Casino cash: $-458231	Posted before, but here goes. My family was visiting my cousin's family in Atlanta just after Christmas. We had lasagna and a glass or two of wine for dinner, then went to this place where they had carnival rides set up in the parking lot a long with some Christmas lights and other Christmas displays. My cousin's husband challenged me to go on a ride similar to the Octopus ride at Worlds of Fun. About 3/4 of the way through the ride, I was feeling it. I made it safely back to terra ferma without blowing chow. We walked around the place for another 20 minutes, I'm still feeling a little queasy, but figure the worse is over and I'll be okay. The seven of us pile into their Excursion, which they had just picked up the week before. We get on the highway and everyone is singing Christmas carols and it occurs to me that I'm not out of the woods yet. Once my saliva glands start becoming over active, I decide to say something. Me: "I think you are going to need to pull over for me" Cousin's husband: "Why?" Me: "I'm about to lose something" CH: "You're not serious are you?" Me: "Yes, I'm about ready to puke" CH: "DO NOT PUKE IN THE NEW CAR" CH to his son: "Jeffery, in that back there is a plastic bag that has the licence plate for the car in it. Take the licence plate out of the bag and pass the bag up to the front" Me: "hurry" CH: "DO NOT PUKE IN THE NEW CAR" This whole time my saliva glands are pouring into my mouth faster than I can swallow it. Finally the plastic bag arrives. Now, I'm not a mild mannered puker. I put my whole body into it, along with the loud guttural hurling noises necessary to expel large volumes of liquid and semi-solids in a hurry. So I'm filling this bag. The other six passengers are either laughing or gagging, in most cases both. Just as I'm finishing up the spits you do to get rid of the last bit of saliva/puke in your mouth, he's finally pulling into a convenience store. I get out of the van and hold up the plastic bag in the headlights so everyone can see. A solid half bag of puke. Think of Matrix, but with puke instead of dogshit. Everyone was very thankful that the bag was available.
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