I am a journalist by trade and write fiction in my spare time - I realized this gift long ago. But thanks.
I haven’t been around for very long, but I’ve enjoyed it when you’re pissed at something or somebody…your descriptions are quite vivid and imaginative!
Laughs are had within my belly. I’m sure others here without a lowbrow bone in their bodies look down on some of your more descriptive posts, but I like 'em.
Nice work. That depiction of the SDMB server in that other thread as the overloaded, testicle-thwapped mountain yak was very funny, and appropriate.
Excuse me, please, I have to place a long-distance call to Europe.
YYYUUUUURRRRRUUUUUUUUUPPPP!!!
I laughed so loud I woke up the cats and now they are angry at me. It was totally worth it.
And it seems like it’s always into somebody else’s mouth.
I was grossed out as soon as I saw “USC”. 
Yeah, well, if the CalScience Center were at UCLA I’d have been there. 
Amen! I’m an emetophobe, and have – thankfully – developed something of a 6th sense for when people are about to throw up on TV. And I have a quick finger with the mute button.
I really wish they would quit it. It’s just gross, and usually unnecessary.
I think the current recordholder for on-air ralphing has got to be Adam Savage of Mythbusters.
Wow. I don’t enjoy puking or watching others puke either, but I never had any idea of how very bad it was for others. This makes me even more grateful for my dear darling husband who, when I have a terrible migraine and can’t keep anything down, rushes to my side to put his hands on my shoulders and pull back my hair as I puke. Then he brings me cool water and a damp washcloth.
He is the king.
My intolerance for all types of matter exiting any body other than my own has an enormous amount to do with my decision to forego children.
I concede that some of the movie mentions here were…meaningful? Necessary? I guess if you are going to make it ABOUT the vomit, then it’s tolerable (although, as much as i adore Python in general and Meaning of Life in particular, Mr. Creosote was a bummer for me.).
I can’t remember what I was watching recently but I was stunned by the director’s decision to not only share the vomiting experience with us, but to take a few frames to actually pause and ponder the puddle of vomit itself. I mean… seriously? Defend that artistically, please. This was not a matter of seeing the missing ring show up in the barf, nothing like that. The only explanation I can come up with is that the director is boinking or wants to boink the special effects person and it was a little token of love.
[Wayne Campbell] Hey! Garth, get it together, man. 'Cause if you hurl, and I catch a whiff of it, man… I’m gonna spew. And if I blow chunks, chances are someone else is gonna honk, alright? And that’s gonna set off a parastolic reaction, alright? [/Wayne Campbell]
Agree with the OP. The only exception being the yarn vomit in Hitchhiker’s Guide…
But shouldn’t they be calling you Ralph?
Are you equating the male ass with vomitus?
I agree with the OP. I do not want to see puke or puking. I was getting into Mad Men, when–nope, didn’t need to see that. Sure, the three-martini lunch, with dessert, then the stairclimbing was clever, but I did NOT NEED TO SEE that. Also, Morgan Spurlock, or whoever you were–I probably would have bought Super Size Me on DVD, but I won’t, because of the barf bit.
NO barfing. No spitting. No pooping.
Oh, also agree on America’s Funniest Videos. I’ll watch it for dogs and other animals and occasionally funny children, but if I even SENSE a baby spit-up tape is imminent, I switch it away.
Enough. No more.
For the record, this is called the Vomit Chain Reaction, according to TV Tropes.
Give me the sound, which communicates “vomiting” better than the coughing shorthand of old, but please spare me the visuals.
Sure, if they ease up on the chick boob scenes.
Well, okay, if it’s comedy male ass scenes, then yes, but the copious amounts of hot male ass in Rome makes up for it.
If I’ve got to see a guy’s ace, I’d rather it be one that’s in good shape, not Seth Rogen’s/