You should have spewed up the side of the Roath Court Funeral homes wall for old times sake.Last year after watching The Smiths tribute band in The Globe.
Mrs just bought a brand new simba mattress as well and I pretty much wrote it off.
Was in the dog house for f’ckin ages mun.
blind lesbian in a fish marketIt’s rare that I spew, just occasionally when I’ve caught a bug (had terrible experiences in India and Thailand) and I haven’t chucked up due to booze for probably 20 years.
Weirdly when I first became a dad I seemed to get 24 hour bugs all the bloody time. One minute I’d be fine then suddenly I’d feel cold, puke up, shat rusty water, go to bed and sweat like a blind lesbian in a fish market. Next morning I’d be right as rain. This must have happened 10 times over the course of a year or two.

no i have spewed a few times since mostly looking at @Joecity 's grub
Bet you was feline terribleA brand new simba mattress as well and I pretty much wrote it off.
do u like a tipple trogg?
Only time I've spewed over purely grub (with no alcohol involved) was a pork pie I ate as a kid. The wrapper was partially open along one side when I got it (a couple of days after getting it from the supermarket). That should've been a sign that it might have been off.
Spent the night and following day throwing up into a wastepaper bin every 10 mins from the side of my bed...well past when my belly was left with only bile in it at most. Another 10 pukes of just green fluid followed before my body was sure it had got rid of the haram stuff...
Pork pies are great though so it hasn't put me off.
Oh yeah, pork pies are magic, especially the big ones with the thick pastry you can get from the butchers. Second only to the Scotch egg for me in the cold snack stakes.
Those 2, alongside sausage rolls, are not sold anywhere in France (as I've found out from many holidays there in the last 3 years).
Not sure how @TDA copes to be honest...
Well, you win.Worst puking I ever had was after eating some dodgy pork about 20 years ago.
Went to bed feeling a bit ropey, woke up a few hours later, sprinted for the toilet and just about managed to get there before unleashing all manner of rancid meaty chunks down the bowl for a good half hour. It was so thick I could feel the lumps stuck in my throat and my gums which just made me throw up even more. By the time I’d finished my guts felt like somebody had kicked fuck out of me.
Laid on the bathroom floor for about an hour and a half unable to move for fear of the chunky pork puke from hell making a comeback. Eventually I managed to get to my feet and go back to bed. Still didn’t feel great but thought if I could just get back to sleep for a bit then maybe it would pass.
Got back into bed, stomach cramping but absolutely drained and exhausted and fell off to sleep.
Woke up about an hour later to my missus going fucking mental, came round a bit and noticed the most horrific stench I’ve ever smelt in my life. Looked down and there was rancid runny shite all over my legs, all over the sheets and , the cherry on the cake, a generous splattering over my horrified heaving missus.
20 years later she still punches me when I joke about it.
Weirdly when I first became a dad I seemed to get 24 hour bugs all the bloody time. One minute I’d be fine then suddenly I’d feel cold, puke up, shat rusty water, go to bed and sweat like a blind lesbian in a fish market. Next morning I’d be right as rain. This must have happened 10 times over the course of a year or two.
Those 2, alongside sausage rolls, are not sold anywhere in France (as I've found out from many holidays there in the last 3 years).
Not sure how @TDA copes to be honest...