Never, I repeat never, read that book if you are ill.
My wife and I met to this song (or, rather, the original). I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive you.
Daniel
insert rimshot here Well done Marley!
(Except that I’m a woman from North Charleston (Chucktown), SC. 
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Yeah, I grew up in Chattanooga. So that song’s always been part of my life. I may just have to block all memories of this thread out.
Aaaahhhh…I harken back to the blueberry pie eating contest in “Stand By Me.”
But my biggest fear would be your proximity to the spewage of the puke bug. You’ve been exposed, baby. Call in sick Monday.
Dude…I’m so impressed. This is beeautiful.
(someone should be cataloging gems like this.)
I saw a young working girl vomit on the train one morning. She was sitting in a group of four on two facing seats and out of the blue virtually projectile vomited over the two girls facing her. The other people in the carriage moved so fast they practically teleported out of the seating area.
My own worst experience was at a party when I was a teenager. The party was at a place shared by a group of my friends where I used to spend most of my free time. I was in the process of chatting up a girl I had never seen before when it became apparent that she had had far too much to drink and wasn’t feeling well.
I took her into one of the bedrooms and put her to bed. I didn’t want to hang around while she slept but didn’t want her to wake up and find her handbag missing. I also didn’t want it left out on display in a house full of drunken teens so I decided to slip it under the bed…she would look there when she woke.
As I knelt to slip the bag under the bed she rolled over and vomited over the back of my head. At the time I had long hair down the middle of my back so I went to the bathroom and climbed in the shower fully clothed and minutes later I was drenched but vomit free.
I have always liked the irony of the good samaritan getting spewed on.
The poor guy clearly had no manners.
Many years ago I was on a late subway train back from Shinjuku in Tokyo, and there was a drunk salaryman sitting opposite me, looking very green. He retched once, then barfed but held it in his cheeks and reswallowed it. He did this several times until the train came to a station, and only then hurled, taking care only to vomit down onto the tracks in the gap between the platform and the train.
I also noticed in the streets of Rappongi in the morning that there were no pavement pizzas, except at the storm drains. They’re very tidy, the Japanese.
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Thank you, I was afraid I might overeat today. Not much chance of that happening now, as that may well be the very most disgusting thing I’ve ever read.
Just a note… Don’t do this. A friend of mine worked at a bank years ago. A coworker of theirs fell ill and felt the need to RUN to the bathroom. It was occupied so they held it in much the way your Japanese traveler did. She ended up inhaling vomit in an involuntary gag and nearly died.
Jeeze, don’t ask, you don’t put drunk people to bed - you put them on the bathroom floor on their sides, possibly with a towel on them (or with a rolled-up towel behind them, so they don’t roll over and drown in their own puke). Easier to hose down a bathroom than a bed. 
There has been Norwalk Virus going around in Calgary over Christmas - maybe that’s what he had. Yet another reason to WASH YOUR DAMNED HANDS.
Brings to mind one time when I lived in New York for a short while. I went clubbing in Manhattan and proceeded to get good and snockered. I felt it was time to go home and took the (correct!) train back to Brooklyn. I puked the whole way. Some good Samaritan made sure to find out what stop I wanted, and helped me get off there.
I slept on the bathroom floor of my apartment.
So, is North North Charleston known as “UpChucktown?”
Slight hijack here, but did anyone in the New York area see the recent local news report(s) that the majority of subway train delays caused by "sick passenger"s are actually caused by passengers who’ve become lightheaded, woozy and/or nauseous from fasting on a diet?
I mean, really! Throw up or passout on your on time. Your attempts to quickly lose a couple of pounds in order to fit into that dress you bought at a discount the Frock House or those suit pants you can’t has outgrown in the twenty-five years since left college caused me be late once again. How rude!
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Well that explains the puking, from all that fruit.
I bet the poor guy was in the throes of this winter’s newest version of the Norwalk virus, or as we refer to it in our house–Captain Tripp.
I guess a small consolation is that you weren’t eating at the time, Eve. My daughter once threw up all over herself, me, my husband and the pizza we’d been eating. We were in a restaurant at the time. The manager practically chased us out the door and wouldn’t even let us pay our bill. I couldn’t eat pizza for years after that. But at least we now know that vomiting on a table will get you a free meal. 
It ain’t worth it, baby. It just ain’t worth it.
::shudders::
Anyone notice that the ad at the bottom of the page is for The Second Coming ?! What timing!
The ad I got was for that Soulmate Calculator. I guess this means you and your soulmate can share the toilet as you hornk together.
Robin