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..in homage to the other thread.

I couldn't really share it because quite frankly the last thing my wife wants right now is may babies.

Why is it when you try to hurl at work someone sits in the cubicle next to you for a shat?

Obviously just to annoy you maybe? :wink:

someone just went for piss in the on next to me and didn't flsuh, dirty fucker.

I can confirm, for anyone in any doubt, that throwing up all over your bedside table and getting your other half to clean it up is not good for relationships.

not just bedside tables Rob, it includes kitchen and bathroom floors, the kitchen bin, all over the other person whilst they are asleep in bed, outside the front door, outside the back door and over next doors fence whilst climbing it.

On the same theme, they tend not to be keen on you staggering into a roomfull of their mates who've been having a civilised girly night in while you were out on the lash, shouting "Christ, I don't fancy yours much", then vomiting copiously all down the stairs as you lurch off up to bed.

Or vomiting on your newly laid carpets and down the freshly painted walls!

:mrgreen: touch of class Ash.

years ago with my ex we'd been down the local in Chippy for a couple of beers (literaly only a couple) and on the way home had a nice dodgy burger from kebab wagon.

Arrived at her parents house and took myself to bed. After a few hours sleep I woke up (dracular style) and just said i'm going to be sick.

I had to use the toilet downstairs as i didn't want her parents to hear me being sick. About half way down it all came out. I thought i'd done a good job at catching it (ala Glynn from BB) until my ex came down stairs and turned the light on :shock:

It was fucking everywhere. Walls, carpet, dinning table, up the front door, all down me, round the toilet. i don't think there was one place i didn't get it.
once i'd finished being sick i cleaned myself up and wandered back to bed. Only to leave my EX to clean up my mess. Apparently it took her 2 hours to clean the carpet and everything.  :)

I rest my case that all men are cunts.

Magic is a ledge!!!!

My housemate threw up all down the stairs last Xmas, and in his drunken sleepiness, hoovered it up and forgot to tell anyone.

Next time someone hoovered, the entire living room ended up stinking of cooked vomit and dust...

I've never been sick through drink before. Quite lucky.
My dad got so drunk he pissed his pants once. That was brilliant.

I try to avoid drunken sickness due to things coming back out of my eye sockets, its minging

The last time I was this bad I woke up at 5am with a bowl of sick infront of me, sat on sodden carpet (sick) shaking with my wife on the phone literally about to dial 999.  It transpired I had been throwing-up for about 4 hours while asleep.

Last night I managed to completely cover the bedside table and a bit of the floor as well as 2 rather large bowls.  I left my wife to clean it up and she was sick twice due to the smell of it (she had not been drinking).

I think I'll be lucky to be on civil terms for a good month.

On a sunday night Rob? tut tut

I know, "work" has been a struggle today.

Right then, tips accepted on how you go about making up for my efforts last night.  Plucked up the courage to call her just now and and I have a lot work to do.

taking her out for a meal would be a good start.

Try not to drink though :wink:

Offer to do all housework for ages ( a couple of days constitutes ages in my book)

 Admit to your problem, and suggest going on the Jeremy Kyle Show.

Flowers, chocolates, and take her out for dinner tonight.

 :nod: Jeremy Kyle is the way to go, none of that Trisha nonsense.

Probably should buy her some perfume so she doesn't keep smelling pukas on herself  :)

She might have saved it all up for his tea  :D

Heinze sandwich spread  :o

:chunder:  keep your fantasies about Manure Argy full backs to yourself.

RobertT,

let her call u

and drink more often and every time u go out drink more then ur body will get use to it.

GO OUT FOR DINNER!

that stuff really is minging

What about winning back her favour with a cardboard cut-out of the star of her choice? Or better yet, a cardboard cut-out of you she can throw stuff at/stab etc?

:Ride On Fatbury's Lovestick:

Reading this thread (and the one on L&P) has just made my very boring day. I'm so glad I'm not in your shoes right now pal. Although it does remind me of the night I chundered in the car on the way home from a night on the razz just two days before we were due to sell it - timing is everything.

Flowers, chocolates and dinner wouldn't be a bad start, but if Mrs Rob is anything like Mrs coxernator, you won't be forgetting this incident too soon...

I so wish I had a man to fuck me off  :-))(

have you fixed your smeetonator?

A Peugeot 206 seems to have worked quite well.

Well, the offer to sell my car and invest in her favourite type of car has.

Shan't be doing that again.....for another year or so.

Chuffing heck, one expensive night on the booze  :shock:

Could have been worse though, she could have asked for a Mazda RX8.