In high school we used to discuss various synonyms for what I feel is a most colorful word:
A sampling of synonyms (from www.m-w.com):
disgorge
spew forth
belch
gush
spew
What is your fave?
Ralph.
Ralph. That one just cracks me up.
TMR
If you believed in yourself, and tore enough holes
in your pants, there was always a mist-filled alley
right around the corner.
My favorite is “the Technicolor Yawn.”
But I know dozens…
I’ll spew them forth if it seems necessary.
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
- Drive the porcelain bus…
- Hurl…
- Techicolor blow chow…
- Leave an offering at the circular church…
- Chum…
Rich “G7SUBS”
Yack, Yark, Pray to the porcelain God.
Spew.
Honk.
Hornk.
Hurl.
Toss cookies.
Blow chunks.
Heave.
But the best is:
Talk to Ralph on the big white phone.
Bowl-yodeling.
I saved my favorite…
It’s “hork.” MaxTorque came close with “hornk,” but hork is a more pure form.
I like it so much because it is onomatopoeic; try it!
Hoorrrk!
“I was not making fun of you personally; I was heaping scorn on an inexcusably silly idea – a practice I shall always follow.”
-Robert A. Heinlein
Puke.
Yer pal,
Satan
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I HAVE BEEN SMOKE-FREE FOR:
One week, one day, 19 hours, 59 minutes and 24 seconds.
353 cigarettes not smoked, saving $44.16.
Life saved: 1 day, 5 hours, 25 minutes.
The Big Spit.
I believe we have the good doctor, Hunter S. Thompson, to thank for this one.
-Curtis
Y’all left out regurgitate.
George Carlin came up with
Engage in an involuntary personal protein spill.
This is the most exciting thing I’ve seen since Halley’s Comet collided with the moon.
Engage in an involuntary personal protein spill.
Shout for Huey.
Sell Buicks.
Live a Lush Life
Da Chef
Upchuck.
Vispair: ™ (Inspired by Despair, Inc.)
Teamwork: When you do all the work, and your co-workers get the credit.
Irony: The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a pair of headlights.
Pull (or do) a Daniel Boone.
I’m surprised no one has said barf.
Haha! BARF!
That was a well-plotted piece of non-claptrap that never made me want to retch.
I was going to say Talk to Ralph on the big white phone, but Max beat me to it.
Worship at the porcelain altar.
Be unwell
Toss your cookies
Take another look at lunch
Graphically state your dissatisfaction with the quality of the food (I just made that one up)
Seven out, line away, pay the don’ts and last come.
Round trip meal ticket.
Genuflect before the ceramic alter.
Good God, people, if this keeps up we’ll have as many euphemisms for vomiting as we do for fucking.
Armed, dangerous …
and off my medication.