Now have been in the Navy, and I have a daughter.
But, Friday, driving around town, stopped at an intersection
I saw, this guy in the passenger side of a Saab, barf outside the car, down the side, not once but twice, not much chunks, but alot of liquid. Digusting, I guess his friend is grateful he didn’t Yack inside the car.
TMI, how bout you.:eek:
I’m glad you really meant to say “sight”.
Yeah, I really need to edit myself better, or blame the keyboard.
Bummer, and I thought I was in for interesting surfing today. 
The other day I caught projectile barf in my cupped hands, mid-flight, from my two year old’s mouth. There’s not much else that can disgust me.
The bathroom of a drug rehab facility that we purchased from the church of scientology. The ceiling was caked. You don’t want to know about the walls, floor and fixtures.
disclaimer:I know this is not good, could require surgery…but in this case, rest assured there’s a happy ending. And I never left pantyhose in the floor ever again!
My dog ate my panty hose, I caught him and grabbed onto the “brief” part, which ripped off of the legs. So he ate the legs off of my panty hose.
Then, a few minutes later, he barfed them up, really loudly. He had also apparentlly just binged on dog food prior to his little hose snack.
no no wait…there’s more-
When I got back with paper towels to clean it up…He was eating it back up! He chomped really quick and managed to eat up the legs of the pantyhose again.
The next day…he pooped them out. But it took a long time. And it was really disgusting. That was the most disgusting sight I’ve seen.
I talked to a vet about this the morning he ate the hose. (As luck would have it I was working at a vet clinic at the time.) I told him that my doggie was a pro at eating and pooping out papertowels, cassette tapes and miscellanious other things in his life time. He told me to “watch” him for a day or so. Just wanted to add this part, so that it wouldn’t seem like my dog owned a bad human. He lived for many years past this whole hose eating episode.
I’m think I’m gonna spew!
A guy in my car pool and I once saw a guy pick his nose, stick his arm out the window, then wipe the booger on the outside top of his truck.
When we got closer we saw that he had a small collection building up there.
Pfft, that’s not a disgusting tale of vomit. A friend of mine vomited on the nside of my car door. The door has a plastic pocket for road maps and the such. The vomit filled it and overflowed on to the carpet.
The carpet could be steam-cleaned, but the pocket is only a inch wide and has no drainage holes. Guess who had to scoop cold vomit out with two fingers the next morning? :eek:
anyrae, were you able to sew the brief part of the pantyhose on again, or do you just use them as stockings now?
Why do I open these threads? I mean…the TMI one was at least (mostly) amusing. But I know once I see the word “vomit” that I’m going to feel queasy the rest of the day.
As I posted in another thread, I saw a dog eating some vomit that I had deposited in a bank parking lot while the owner stood by holding his leash.
A few years ago while attending Bumbershoot, a Labor Day weekend arts and concert extravaganza in Seattle, the lead singer for a band my wife and I were watching decided to share the Jack Daniels he had been drinking by projectile vomiting on those within 10 feet of the stage. We saw him an hour later passed out on a patch of grass under the Space Needle.
Back when our son was toilet training, he used a potty chair.
Our dog cleaned it up quite nicely before I had a chance to get to it.
I have never been real comfortable with dogs licking me, and this just put the icing on the cake.
We took my daughter out for pizza once (she was 3 at the time) and without warning she puked all over my husband, the table and the booth. She even puked ON the pizza we were eating.
It was everywhere! It was in the middle of the lunch rush and the manager hustled us out so fast that we didn’t even have to pay for our lunch.
But it gets worse…
It was a cold day and my husband was wearing a wool sweater. About 5 minutes after we turned on the heater in the car we discovered exactly what wet, warm, puke-covered wool smells like.
Bleech.
My ex and I were at a nice family restaurant with our cute little 9 month old son. He sat happily in the high chair, waving his spoon around and smiling at everyone–little did we suspect what was, at that very moment, violently exploding out of his diaper! :eek: It sprayed up his back, up and over the high chair back and down the seat of it. As he leaned over to pick up a toy he’d just dropped we saw (before we smelled) the horror! My ex quickly wrapped laughing boy in a blanket to attempt to discretely remove him from the crowded restaurant while I tried to mop up with babywipes and napkins.
I am now a true believer that the human body contains 27 feet of intestines. Oh, the horror!
This is interesting because I have a similar story.
I went to my first day of my senior year today, feeling pretty confident and all-powerful in my Batman shirt. I was walking through the parking lot with my sister, and I see a group of girls standing around talking. I recognized one and was about to wave, when one of the girls ran out into the middle of the street and barfed right in front of me.
I didn’t know how to react, and I didn’t know her, so I just walked right around her and continued on my way. I’m sure she was plenty embarassed about it, but it was one of the strangest and most random things I have ever seen.
Ftttt. I twice vomited in a hospital. Once was forced ipeac. The second was post surgery, right in the middle of the outpatient waiting room, after someone gave me apple juice.
Whilst at college, I once vomited on the train coming home after a serious drinking session. Very embarrissing as I had to stay on the train another 20 minutes before my stop. Looking back I guess its something you can only really do as a student; for some reason getting up to college antics no seems unthinkable. Or maybe its just me getting old…:rolleyes:
Apologies: for “no seems” read “now seems”.
My favorite barf story happened in Madison WI, I was attending a 2-week long summer conference. So of course all us old folks (late 30’s to late 40’s) had to go bar hopping to relive our college days.
We were in a karaoke bar and group of college students were partying at the next table. One young lady stands up and blows chow all over her friends shirt, pants purse, everywhere.
If that was not enough, the two of them go into the bathroom and make a sorry attempt to clean themselves and come back out and proceed to finish their drinks.
It was then that I knew it was time for this old man to go home.
When my dog was just a pup, he and I were playing around one day. I was lying down on my back, and I had him on my chest, scrubbing his fur and picking him up and down, having a good old time. Then he puked on me. Had I not turned my head just in time, he would have puked right in my face, but as it was I saw the puke coming up in the back of his throat and just barely had time to miss it hitting me square in the kisser.
I have also been pooped on by a bird sitting in a tree and pissed on by a lion, but I’ll save those stories for another time, as they aren’t really sights per se.