OK, this one post reminded me of my misspent youth. Actually just when I was young and dumb, which is pretty much the same thing. But I’m a mature responsible adult now, and I don’t do anything like drink or smoke any more. Except when I drink, but I never smoke. So there you go.
Anyway I used the word “puke”.
Now, as far as words go, it’s OK. It has a nice visceral impact. It’s not pretentious. A fine word.
But it’s not the only word I could have used.
I could have used, say…
Blow chunks.
Chunder.
Heave.
Review past meals.
Selling Buicks to Ralph.
Spew. (Ssssspeeeeeewwww!!!)
Talking on the porcelain phone.
The Technicolor yawn.
Upchuck.
Vomit.
Honk
Talking to Ralph on the big white phone
Praying to the porcelain gods
Tossed one’s cookies
This past week in French class, I learned the term “vomir”. Maybe Rue could have said, “Quand je m’ai reveillé, j’ai vomi.” But only if he was talking on le Straight Dope Message Board [corny French laugh here: honh honh honh!].
I always use “barf”.
[Spaceballs moment] “Who are you?”
“Baaarf”
“Not in here you don’t!” [/Spaceballs moment]
I like the colorful phrase “toss a sidewalk pizza”, though I don’t remember to use it very often.
I’m kinda partial to “horking up a lung”… Tho that’s really more applicable to a bad cough, isn’t it? Never mind… I should never post in vomit threads.