To the asshole who got drunk and threw up all over my place....

Fuck you.

I have you over to hang out for the night. We have a few drinks, I go to sleep. I wake up finding all of the booze gone and you puking all over my floor, my stuff, and me.

Thanks to you I have a HUGE mess to clean up, a lack of sleep, and I’m in a bad mood.

I hope your hangover was extensively painful. Never again will you be drinking in my house.

At least you know who it was. From the thread title, I thought you weren’t sure … (“Say, this has broccoli in it! Only Keith had broccoli… but wait, there’s orange in it! Jack had an orange.”)

Dantheman -

“Uh…he choked on vomit.”
“We’re not sure whose it was, exactly…” :smiley:

Slortar—

“You can’t dust for vomit…”:smiley:

Sorry about that Clayton.

I had the same problem this weekend, and not only was there vomit all over the floor, couch and bathroom, there was even some OUTSIDE my apartment door, all over the carpeted hallway.

[whooze] Oh … sorry about that, man … [whooze]

Aw man, barf is cool.

Why didn’t he clean it up? Under the threat of bodily harm of course.

Ick. That’s why I’m glad I’m moving into a house with barewood floors next semester. Sure, cleaning vomit sucks, but mopping is such a breeze.

Oh God that’s funny. Thanks, dantheman.

:stuck_out_tongue:

Rent The Great Santini.

Opportunity lost.

You should get the new** Vomit Swiffer**. “Makes cleaning up puke a pleasure!

You actually allowed him to leave the house without cleaning it up himself??? /boggle I’d have handed him the cleaning supplies and made him do it under threat of grevious bodily harm.

If you puke in my house, get it to the toilet, or you’re cleaning it, cause I sure as fuck ain’t. I ain’t your momma, and I sure as fuck ain’t your maid.

This Hallmark moment brought to you by Cerri.

Many years ago Ivylad and I awoke to our sleepover guest vomiting in the living room.

Guess who was handed the spray bottle and the paper towels the next morning?

I’m a big believer in the Golden Rule. So tonight, eat a large pizza, get shitfaced drunk, and then go over to his house. After you’ve puked on his carpet, his stereo, and his cat, he’ll learn his lesson. Or you will. Someone will learn something, that’s all I know.

Giraffe, I think the cat might learn something too. :smiley:

My cat’s breath smells like…

… giraffe puke.

:smiley:

This thread illustrates how badly we need a barfing smilie. And a cat smilie.