Visiting an ex work colleague this weekend we drank numerous bottles of wine from around 3pm. I lie down on the sofa just for a second at midnight and the next thing i know it's 4am and i wake up as sick is travelling up through my whatever sick travels up.
As i run through the kitchen seeking out a toilet i can't hold it anymore and projectile vomit all over the stone floor. (and it turns out today, cupboards. Lots of cupboards). I then proceeded to walk over the sick to grab some toilet roll to clean up my horrible mess, but slipped banana skin style on my own sick, and then perform what must be the worst ever slip and slide through the kitchen.
The problem was earlier that day we were joking how i'd completely forgot to pack any spare clothes for the weekend and i was now covered in my own vomit. I drunkenly worked out the washing machine though, and it was only this morning when i was found outside having a fag at 7am just in my pants that my friend had any idea.
I'm currently recovering from a puke story.
Visiting an ex work colleague this weekend we drank numerous bottles of wine from around 3pm. I lie down on the sofa just for a second at midnight and the next thing i know it's 4am and i wake up as sick is travelling up through my whatever sick travels up.
As i run through the kitchen seeking out a toilet i can't hold it anymore and projectile vomit all over the stone floor. (and it turns out today, cupboards. Lots of cupboards). I then proceeded to walk over the sick to grab some toilet roll to clean up my horrible mess, but slipped banana skin style on my own sick, and then perform what must be the worst ever slip and slide through the kitchen.
The problem was earlier that day we were joking how i'd completely forgot to pack any spare clothes for the weekend and i was now covered in my own vomit. I drunkenly worked out the washing machine though, and it was only this morning when i was found outside having a fag at 7am just in my pants that my friend had any idea.