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Originally Posted by VEGANGELICA
The only real good vomit experience I had (good, because I felt better afterwards) was vomiting the day after my 21st birthday...and that was NOT due to alcohol (I hadn't drunk any). I had greedily eaten too many strawberries with their hulls on, so that some great, big undigestible mass caused my stomach to ache for a whole day until FINALLY I chucked it up. I thought the mass was going to black my windpipe! Ugh. But then afterwards my tummy felt better, at least.
Since I don't have a picture of my "strawberromit" moment, this description will have to do.  |
Ha ha, you crack me up! I could probably write a book on the different kinds of vomit I have had. I haven't partied too hard in quite some time. It is Cinco de Mayo, and 4 years ago on this day I gave up some Blue Hawaiian Jose Cuervo Classicomit at a sorority house. I painted the bathroom blue, cleaned it with toilet paper, then slept in the shower with the water on, while having a naked girl in bed waiting. This extremely hetero situation with a strawberry margarita started it off.
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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his
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black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—
happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy
light."
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