Winston-Salem, NC -- On one of the great radio stations in the Piedmont Triad this morning, a discussion was held on the art of puking. I don't have too many personal stories in this subject matter. However, if you know me well, I'm sure you've been informed about the infamous red wine party during my junior year.
Several callers proceeded to share their unique stories over the radio waves. Thankfully, each story had a funny ending. I was worried that the session would be dominated with personal, bland stories of drinking too much, then pulling the trigger. To provide you with one example of a good story, one caller mentioned that he was a manager of a bank that neighbored a bar. In the mornings when he arrived to open the bank, the caller would often find puke covering his door and the ATM! The bank had to install an outside spicket to attach a hose for the frequent scrubbings. When I heard that story, I will always wash my hands after using the ATM from now on.
The topic was sparked by this YouTube clip. Watch it carefully -- it's a foreign game show host performing the infamous "puke n' rally." Leave it to the professionals to do that. Usually, I'm done moving for the day/night when it happens to me. This girl resumes her position after the deed -- what a champ!
If you have an unusual or funny story revolving around this topic, please share. You can click the "Anonymous" user tab to post.
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No need for anonymity here....
I have one such story. Since it involves other potential Bistro blog readers, I wont describe it. But the story is titled
"Pittsburgh..ugh..lets get the hell outta here!"
If the other people from this story care to share....go right ahead
#5..you should have about three pages of stories typed by now.
I totally forgot about the Pittsburgh story! I knew that I had one more, but I couldn't think of it.
BTW, are you still a vegetarian?
No SIR! My pile would now look the same as yours!
The vegetarianism went out the door with the woman who inspired it many years ago. I now eat everything 'cept red meat...(although i have had pepperoni and bacon on a few occasions)
That's great news. I'm glad to hear that you took that collar off, then stomped on it!
That's disgusting! You could tell whose puke was whose because of what you ate....I thought when this stroy was originally told, it was just funny to see the seperate piles and they were oly distinguishable because of their close proximity to where you both woke up...
I'd say one classic puke and rally that comes to mind for me would have to be in college...during my undergraduate studies....I was in the middle of teaching a lesson to my class of peers (thank god not my elementary schoolers) and had to run to the good ole' handicaped stall across the hall...not once but twice while I was teaching!!
The second would have to be when my love and I first started being interested in each other and i was learning how to use a beer bong and thought it was the neatest thing ever! So I showed the boys how it's done and put down 6 warm (had to steal what we could when we were underage) caronas in a row....laying on the blanket with my head in his lap...he was stroking my hair and all of a sudden....I sat up and let it fly all over him!!! That's the definition of true love!
My cousin, Ben, (when we were young) I guess ate something funky at Bob's Big Boy (remember it??!!). And I guess they were in DC or bethesda because as they were walking back to their car, Ben had to rush into a restaurant to throw up. He came out of the restaurant to finally look to see which one it was.
He had throw up in Morton's Steakhouse.
i have a good 1...
when ever I meet one of ur frend's i always throw up within hourse or as late as 24 hours later...
maybe ur frends r just ugle? hahah
There was when i met brendan at HFS Festival and when Reed came up for a few days and i threw up haha
Sabian is too young to be sharing puke stories. Let this big boys play this game.
In college, freshman year, I had endured quite a night of...fraternity celebrations, and forgot about a Psych test the next day. I was dropped off at the school ten minutes before the exam started, and I thought I was feeling ok. Being that it is psych class, I pretty much knew the test. So I was cruising along, thinking I had successfully beat the night of drinking. Then, with about 10 questions to go, the bubbles on the scantron sheet started to bounce and sway, much like my equilibrium. I filled in 10 circles real quick and bolted for the door. My professor gave me a look that I'll never forget, as I must have looked and smelled horrible. I made it about 10 paces outside of the building, where I proceeded to vomit profusely into the nearby fountain (On the back side of Fulton Hall at Salisbury, right next to St. Martin dorms, for those of you in the know) As I stumbled back to my dorm across campus, I puked 3 more times, never stopping. Just casually walking and puking. The bright faces of the students eager to learn were tarnished that day, much like the concrete, stairs, and fountain that I had tarnished. (Later, I found out I somehow got a near perfect on the exam.)
That's a great story, JB. I always thought psychology was BS anyway.
Oh yeah....i forgot the one story that got me into a wee bit of trouble with the parental units.... let's start this story from the point of view of how I woke up the next day... i woke up to my daddy yelling at me to "get my ass up and get my puke clothes out of the bathroom"... at that moment I thought, "damn, I got away with drinking last night, but was an idiot and left my clothes, aparently with puke on them, in the bathroom".... confused as to why my hair was damp and why i didn't feel like total butt, I got up and got my nasty clothes out of the hallway bathroom and put them in the wash and tried to go back to bed but was confronted by my parents and was told I might have a problem.... I really didn't understand what was going on because I felt fine, but was worriend because my memeory of the night before was, for some reason, a tid bit foggy.... needless to say, my big brother, who always looked out for me and protected me from and harm and danger had rescued me the night before from the embarassment of waking up in the morning on the bathroom floor coverd, head to toe(literally), in upchuck and made me take a shower (THANKS BIG BRO)..... apparently, the night before, I TRIED to have a civil conversation with my family, TRIED to grab a soda out of the fridge and knocked them all out on the floor and gracefully threw handfuls of soda cans wildly into the fridge, TRIED to make it up the ONE step from the porch into the kitchen and had to crawl up it, TRIED to walk down the hallway to my bedroom and bounced back and forth off of the walls the whole way down and gave the ole' "thumbs up" to ensure them that i was quite alright.... my tummy on the otherhand had different plans
Yep..there's not much saving one can do when they are incoherently babbling on.
Why does the smell of puke make a normal human want to puke? Smelling poo doesn't give one those urges. What gives?
Just like how seeing someone else yawn makes you yawn
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