Your favorite puke story - Page 4

ZepSinger · 08-03-2007, 01:20 PM

Here's mine.

I was 11, riding up to a Twins game with my friend Ricky, his uncle Bill, and a friend of his uncles. Uncle Bill was driving, his buddy was in the passenger seat, Ricky was on the driver's side back seat, I was in the passenger side backseat. Uncle Bill's car was a 1966 Mustang convertible. The top was up because it was cold.

The scene is set. About 50 miles into our northern trek, I began to get queasy. But just before I decided I was going to hurl, my friend Ricky leaned up to his uncle and said "Uncle Bill- I don't feel so RRROWLFFARRGHHHAAAAGGGGG!!!!" Ricky was leaning over uncle Bill's driver's side shoulder, and he committed the technicolor yawn as a full-blown projectile vomit consisting of apparently an entire stomach of partially digested Kraft macaroni and cheese, which slammed against the driver's side window before careening onto the smooth curve of the windshield, thereby totally blocking uncle Bill's view. As we were cruising down the road at a pretty good clip, uncle Bill had no choice but to wipe the offending bile away using only his hand as a sqeegee. We screeched to a halt on the side of the highway, where uncle Bill proceeded to wretch whilst cleaning the orange noodle remnants off of his windshield. Upon hitting the cool outside air, I felt a ton better! Until I realized that Ricky had also garfed on the floorboard, where my tennis shoes had been resting. They were immersed in the sickly orange goo as well. So I ended up going to the Twins game in my socks. Yeah, I'll never forget that day if I live to 100....

I'll be anxiously awaiting your stories. This should be funny.

FAX · 08-04-2007, 10:27 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by ClevelandBronco

Mr. FAX, you are either the most deeply disturbed or eminently entertaining individual I've read in a forum such as this.

Maybe you're both.

I'm not sure, but when a goat fan refers to you as potentially deeply disturbed, that's a compliment, isn't it?

FAX

REDHOTGTO · 08-04-2007, 10:33 AM

superbowl party 2001, way too much scotch & water, followed by too much recreational green grass , bad recipe, i dissappered for a while and i guess i crawled out to the front porch to sit on the swing. next thing i remember 2 of the women are hovering over me & telling me to get up & they will clean me up!! i hurled straight up in the air and right back down on me it came!!!

oh my god what a fuggin mess, thats my best story

Demonpenz · 08-04-2007, 01:34 PM

i was like 11 in my dad's astro van i got car sick or van sick i guess you would say and I was like pull over dad he was like we are making good time I tried to cover my mouth but that just made it like putting your thumb on a garden house. It went all over the windshield to the point where he couldn't see. He didn't talk to me the rest of the trip haha

08-03-2007, 01:20 PM
ZepSinger Veteran Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Kansas City Casino cash: $10004900	Your favorite puke story Here's mine. I was 11, riding up to a Twins game with my friend Ricky, his uncle Bill, and a friend of his uncles. Uncle Bill was driving, his buddy was in the passenger seat, Ricky was on the driver's side back seat, I was in the passenger side backseat. Uncle Bill's car was a 1966 Mustang convertible. The top was up because it was cold. The scene is set. About 50 miles into our northern trek, I began to get queasy. But just before I decided I was going to hurl, my friend Ricky leaned up to his uncle and said "Uncle Bill- I don't feel so RRROWLFFARRGHHHAAAAGGGGG!!!!" Ricky was leaning over uncle Bill's driver's side shoulder, and he committed the technicolor yawn as a full-blown projectile vomit consisting of apparently an entire stomach of partially digested Kraft macaroni and cheese, which slammed against the driver's side window before careening onto the smooth curve of the windshield, thereby totally blocking uncle Bill's view. As we were cruising down the road at a pretty good clip, uncle Bill had no choice but to wipe the offending bile away using only his hand as a sqeegee. We screeched to a halt on the side of the highway, where uncle Bill proceeded to wretch whilst cleaning the orange noodle remnants off of his windshield. Upon hitting the cool outside air, I felt a ton better! Until I realized that Ricky had also garfed on the floorboard, where my tennis shoes had been resting. They were immersed in the sickly orange goo as well. So I ended up going to the Twins game in my socks. Yeah, I'll never forget that day if I live to 100.... I'll be anxiously awaiting your stories. This should be funny.
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08-04-2007, 10:33 AM	#47
REDHOTGTO Veteran Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: INDEPENDENCE,KANSAS Casino cash: $6938961	superbowl party 2001, way too much scotch & water, followed by too much recreational green grass , bad recipe, i dissappered for a while and i guess i crawled out to the front porch to sit on the swing. next thing i remember 2 of the women are hovering over me & telling me to get up & they will clean me up!! i hurled straight up in the air and right back down on me it came!!! oh my god what a fuggin mess, thats my best story
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08-04-2007, 01:34 PM	#48
Demonpenz Woman should only make babies Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Apartment "G UNIT!" Casino cash: $-193864	i was like 11 in my dad's astro van i got car sick or van sick i guess you would say and I was like pull over dad he was like we are making good time I tried to cover my mouth but that just made it like putting your thumb on a garden house. It went all over the windshield to the point where he couldn't see. He didn't talk to me the rest of the trip haha __________________
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