This morning while driving to work, I suddenly found myself feeling nauseous. I didn’t think anything of it at first, so I decided to just go ahead on into work. It kept getting worse and I realized i really was going to vomit. Surveying the cab of my truck, I found that I had no option but to vomit into the hood of a sweatshirt I had in the passenger seat. This got me wondering. What kind of strange places have you guys vomited?
Tool shed.
Front porch.
That’s it.
In the butt.
On the front lawn of the Governor’s Mansion.
No… really!
All over a fellow’s shoes.
One night, at a college keg party, in a drunken, enthusiastic kind of way, he’d bet me I couldn’t drink an entire two-liter bottle of Coke without stopping for breath.
I took his bet, and won it. I had, however, consumed a considerable amount of beer and whiskey beforehand, and had partaken of certain herbs and spices before that. Suddenly slamming a two-liter bottle of carbonated liquid was not a good idea, and I realized it about the time I finished doing so.
I made a point of collecting the money as quickly as I could.
Immediately after he handed me the twenty, I power-barfed a powerful stream of multicolored liquid. Fortunately, I was able to quickly incline my body in such a way as to not hit him full in the face with it.
It did not, however, occur to me to aim, like, sideways, into unoccupied territory. I blew chunks all OVER the guy’s shoes. Quite a lot of chunks, in fact. Well, not so much chunks as fluid ounces, anyway…
And he stood there and looked at me with this brain-locked, shocked, horrified look.
I said, “Sorry 'bout that,” pocketed the twenty, and did a fast fade…
I was reall stressed out because I was studying for finals all night. I never went to bed and then drove to schol the next day. I got through one final before I had to go home, but I never made it. I vomited in the parking lot, on my shoe, in my hands, and finally all over my car when I was at a stop light. The people next to me laughed. It was green vomit too. Maybe I was possessed that day? Exorcist?
:eek: 
Inquiring minds must know.
Actually, I believe that’s supposed to be “In the butt, Bob!”
Delivered with a cheerful grin.
So to speak.
My brother once vomited inside a box at Coles bookstore.
F_X
…a box of what?
And he just gave me the beats for posting that… oh well. It’s my revenge for his posts in Amber’s birthday thread yesterday. Details to come later, perhaps… he needs the printer, and then we’re outta here!
F_X
On the counter at McDonalds. Best. puke. evar.
Now I’m gonna be up all night wondering if Flam’s brother barfed in an empty cardboard box, a box of books, or what…?
Although, now that I think about it, I saw one guy barf on another guy in a movie theatre, once.
Midnight movie. “Heavy Metal,” I believe it was… yes, it was during the taxi driver scene, towards the beginning. Guy stood up, way off to my left and somewhat forward of me, and then bluuuuuuhhhhrched all over the guy sitting in front of him.
The target said, “What the–” and then screamed as he realized what had happened.
The vomiter then realized what he’d done, and took off running up the aisle.
The vomitee screamed again, and took off running after him.
A few other people leaped up and ran, then, too, to see the show.
I have no idea what happened after that for sure. It was rumored that the vomitee caught up to the vomiter after the vomiter stopped while running down the street because he had to vomit some more…
… in a waste basket in dressing room of a formal dress shop while trying on homecoming dresses… (I had some sort of flu)
One of my high school drinking buddies blew his cookies through a screen door. Do not try this at home.
tokyo subway, IIRC it was the Ginza line
I was about 9 and in a See’s candy store. They made my poor dad clean it up.
It disturbs me greatly that there is such a word, or at least such a circumstance as to warrant a coinage, as “vomitee.”
Yankee Stadium