Your favorite puke story

[KCTitus]

Oh yeah...Ive always referred to this as the 'toothbrush story'...for reasons I'll get into later.

My buddy and me were the 'keg providers' for this party and we were going to an engagement party for one of my buddies work friends. Anyway, we got there, proceeded to drink the keg and then some. I dont really remember exactly how much I drank, but it hit me after a few hours that I was going to puke. I went to the only bathroom in this small apartment and dutifully waited in line.

When I got into the bathroom, I yakked like there was no tomorrow...I puked it up, but good. Problem was, I was making some time with a couple of girls at the party and there was no way I could go out there with 'puke breath'...so I spotted a toothbrush and proceeded to clean up by brushing my teeth with someones toothbrush.

So after brushing, I cleaned up the bathroom and headed back out to puke and rally, which I did.

After a couple more hours, I felt the need to relieve myself once again...so I waited in line, puked my guts out and then brushed up once again. I cleaned up the bathroom and then exited again to puke and rally.
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After that I dont remember too much, however, the next day, my buddy comes by and was talking about the crazy party..he mentions some sick fuck that used the girlfriends toothbrush during the party and it had all kinds of chunks and stuff in it...

I looked shocked and exclaimed...'Who would do such a thing?'



...I hope he doesnt read the board

[gblowfish]

Quick puke stories:

I was on my second date in junior high school. Fairlyand Park (before Worlds of Fun was built). Took a very pretty girl to show her a good time. She had a bunch of cotton candy and a lemonade, it was a real hot night, kind of like tonight. Got on the tilt a whirl, the one the snaps you around and the car spins in a circle. She hurled right in my lap. Nasty Nasty Nasty. We were 13, it was our last date.

My 2nd year at Mizzou, I shared an apartment with a guy named Blair who's father was a doctor in Columbia. His 21st BD was the day before the first day of classes. He was a tequila drinker. I had never ever drank tequila. He bought 2 5th of Two Finger and a bag of limes. Our apartment was where the paved road turned to gravel out about 10 miles from town. He wanted to drink to his BD, and asked me to join him. There was a bridge and a creek about 100 yards down the road, so we sat on the bridge, each of us drank a fifth of tequila straight, just sucking on limes. In about an hour I got violently ill. Puked all the way back to the house, my first 100-yard puke. Remember hanging onto the floor with both hands to try to make the room stop spinning. Woke up two days later, missed the first day of school. I've never touched tequila since, that was 30 years ago.

About two months ago, went to the Royals game on a "buck" night. Sitting upstairs behind home plate. This kid, probably about ten, kept running up the stairs, coming back with a Pepsi in both hands and a hot dog in his mouth. Went up and down, up and down, up and down, for four straight innings. Around the fifth, his dad is helping him up the stairs, kid pukes hot dog all over himself. Just drenched himself. I knew it was coming....knew it was coming....it was gross, but it cracked me up.