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by - November 7, 2007 - 7:06 AM
Ransom broke new ground a couple weeks ago with his, shall we say, colorful Big D. With one mighty post, he flushed away taboos, opening up new avenues for us to write about. So, with a nod to the big R, here’s one on vomit, particularly rock stars who’ve accidentally taken their lives by choking on their own.
First the essentials: Asphyxiating on vomit usually happens after a night of heavy drinking or a drug overdose–that is, after a person has passed out and isn’t really cognizant of the upchucking. (In addition to the musicians mentioned below, some say this is how Anna Nicole Smith actually died after her overdose.) It’s been described as drowning while unconscious, albeit in a sea so toxic, even the bottom crawlers steer clear.
Jimi Hendrix – Known for playing “The Star-Spangled Banner” on the guitar with his teeth and setting the instrument ablaze, Hendrix was one of the first to use wild amplifier feedback to his advantage. Though different accounts exist, most agree that on Sept. 18th, 1970, he died in bed after drinking wine and consuming a lot of sleeping pills before asphyxiating on his own vomit. Here’s a short clip from my favorite Hendrix song–the much more mellow Hendrix playing “Little Wing.”
John Bonham – Led Zeppelin’s drummer, Bonham was famous for a steady, heavy foot on the bass drum and powerful snare. The typical Bonham sound can be heard in this clip of “Kashmir.”
Bonham was also famous for his insanely long drum solo in the middle of “Moby Dick,” which featured him playing timpani and slapping at the drums with his bare hands.A big boozer all his life, on Sept 24th, 1980, Bonham decided to have sixteen shots of vodka… FOR BREAKFAST! He went on drinking the rest of the day and eventually fell asleep. Found dead the next morning, the coroner’s office said he asphyxiated on his own vomit.
Bon Scott – AC/DC’s lead singer between 1974 and his death in 1980, Scott is best known for his vocals on the album Highway to Hell. (Though Back in Black was an infinitely bigger hit record, Scott was already six feet under by that point in the band’s history.) There are many different accounts of his death, but all of them involve a heavy night of drinking in a London club called Music Machine before the night the singer passed out. Many claim, as with Bonham, Scott died choking on his own vomit. But apparently, the official cause was listed as “acute alcohol poisoning” and “death by misadventure.” (Gotta love that last phrase, eh? Only in the U.K. could anyone die by misadventure.) Here’s a little soundbite from title track of Highway to Hell.
Lastly, we have Eric “Stumpy Joe” Childs, one of six drummers who died while playing with the infamous rock outfit, Spinal Tap. I’ll let the guys speak for themselves on this one:
While on the subject of upchucking, I know it sounds like it was ripped from an episode of Seinfeld, but would you believe I haven’t done it since I was in fifth grade? If there were a category in The Guinness Book, I think I might have this one in the bag, because fifth grade for me was almost 30 years ago, folks! Yes, I’m the only one I know who DIDN’T during college (which probably only proves how little drinking this geek did). I’m sure no one can top that, but it would be fun to see how long you’ve gone since your last unfortunate round. Winner gets bragging rights… Oh, and if you have a *funny* upchucking story you want to share, by all means, let it, um, fly.
I am not proud of this now that I am in my mid-30s, a father, and presumably “know better,” but there was a time [high school in particular] that I was known to be a skilled and classy vomiter, if that is a word and if there is such a thing.
There was the time when we were doing beer funnels, when I dared to do three in a row. After #2, my belly was achingly full of foam. I ran outside, spewed spectacularly copious amounts of cold beer, and ran inside and completed #3.
Then there was the time, again on a dare, I was playing “quarters” in this guy’s basement. Tequila was the drink, and the dare was that you had to swallow the pennies when you drank. I usually played to lose, so I had about a nickel’s worth of change in my gut when I hurled into a nearby cat litter box. My aim was impeccable and not a drop went astray.
Finally, I was at a party and drinking heavily when that familiar sense of turbulence and discord began welling up. I stood outside in the front yard and greeted people coming in as I waited for the inevitable. Later, people said I would say hello, turn my head and puke behind a tree, and say hello again to the next group without missing a beat.
Classy.
posted by Eduardo on 11-7-2007 at 6:59 am
My favorite story didn’t involve one of my “unfortunate incidents”, but rather one of the bouncers at the bar we drank at in college. He was in on a night off and had a few too many. He called his answering machine at home, because he knew he wouldn’t remember, to let his roommates know that he was the one who’d puked down the stairs at the club.
posted by Debi on 11-7-2007 at 9:05 am
I’ve always feared this scenario, so therfore I created this theory:
after drinking heavily, and its time for bed - I try to pass out on my side or lay flat on my stomach with my head to the side, so in case that happens and I’m knocked out, I wont choke on it…dont know if it will work or not, thus far I havent puked in my sleep yet…but most people who do are usually laying on thier back,which in turn drowns them.
posted by chad on 11-7-2007 at 9:10 am
this one is kinda explicit, but once I was supposed to meet up with a guy I was dating, but I was out with my friends so i slammed my strong mixer and met up with him. We got a little hot and heavy and I ended up going down on him. In which I gagged, threw up in my mouth with his heavy artillery still in there and swallowed the puke back down annnnd continued on. he never knew.
posted by sara on 11-7-2007 at 9:31 am
Eduardo, you *must* be from WI. :D
How about my last one.. after having a few beers Saturday night, (really, just a few!!)I woke up Sunday morning and couldn’t keep a thing down until about 1PM. I was thinking I had drank much more than I thought.
As it turns out, it wasn’t “hungover sickness barfing,” it was the “morning sickness barfing.”
I took the test last night to prove it. :)I guess I might be looking at a couple pukey months again.
*WOOT!!*
posted by mrs.djs on 11-7-2007 at 10:11 am
Sara- that story just made me throw up in my mouth a little bit.
posted by GTT on 11-7-2007 at 10:14 am
Oh yeah, I also wanted to say that I loves me some Jimi.. and ‘Little Wing’ is also my favorite. It’s so good, even Stevie Ray couldn’t redo it all that well.
posted by mrs.djs on 11-7-2007 at 10:14 am
Chad…
I’m right there with you! When I was younger and drank too much (or even a little, actually) I made sure to sleep on my side, too!!
I never actually vomited in bed, but then again, lying on your left side does help settle the stomach, so maybe we really did save our own lives.
Congrats, mrs.djs — and remember to sleep on your left side…it’s the only way I got through severe morning-noon-and-night sickness with my two girls.
Sara, that was grody.
posted by Jena on 11-7-2007 at 10:25 am
There was a time in college after a night of “edward 40 hands” that i unfortunately needed to use the trash can to call some dinosaurs. a buddy standing next to me witnessed the act and he needed to join in on the fun as well. as it turns out my head was still in the can, and he proceeded to vomit all over my face. my response in my inebriated state was “dude! you puked on my face!” in reply he stated the obvious….”dude! you’re hogging the bucket!”
posted by Ben on 11-7-2007 at 10:27 am
I never threw up from drinking until this year (I’m 29), when I managed to do it twice in two weeks. No more gin for me.
posted by Erin on 11-7-2007 at 11:17 am
Sara, would you like to go out sometime?
posted by Patrick on 11-7-2007 at 11:40 am
Many years ago, I attended a friend’s wedding in another state. I had to rush to catch my flight home, so I didn’t have a chance to grab something to eat before I had to get on the plane. Fortunately, I thought at the time, I could buy a sandwich on the plane, so I did. When I unwrapped it, a little voice in my head (actually, every fiber of my being) screamed “Don’t eat that sandwich!!!!” But I was SO hungry, I ate it anyway.
I arrived back home that Sunday afternoon and saw my wife off to a conference in another state. This left me and my 6 year old stepson home together.
Monday morning I awoke to probably the worst case of food poisoning imaginable. I managed to keep things together long enough to get my kid to school (he rode the bus home), then spent the rest of the day on the floor in the bathroom, punctuated by periods of violent prayer to the porcelain god and explosive “Big D”. In between, I just thanked God that the tub was cool on my brow, as it was now my only friend. Needless to say, I did not go into work that day. Unfortunately, I did not call my boss and explain the situation either.
The next day, I was feeling human again, took Kyle to school, and hustled off to work. When I arrived, two of the guys I worked with told me that my boss was at my house looking for me. I figured they were just messing with me (as usual) and blew it off. Then I got a frantic phone call from my wife. She had been dragged out of the conference she was at by a phone call from her boss saying that I hadn’t shown up for work for two days in a row, and no one could find me.
Turns out that because I hadn’t called in on Monday and arrived later than usual on Tuesday, my boss’ boss had gotten a little concerned, called my house (I was already gone) and when he got no answer, he sent my boss to my house to find me. When there was no answer at the door, they called my wife, but could not get in contact with her, either! All the while, I was already at work. People were a little annoyed with me, and I learned that no matter what my condition, work needs to be notified.
posted by Anthony on 11-7-2007 at 11:53 am
Back when I was in college, I got rapidly desperately ill. Went from “feeling okay” to “curled up, ready to die” in about 6 hours. I was later rushed to the hospital when we were assuming it was appendicitis. Turns out it was actually a trapped pocked of intestinal gas Go ahead and laugh When your small intestine inflates like a balloon, you’ll stop laughing.
Anyway, i was in a tremendous amount of agony that night and was searching the dorm vending machines for something to try. Water makes me more nauseated, and carbonated beverages weren’t setting well with me. So I went for a can of Hawaiian Punch. Went down easy, seemingly had no problems. Promptly forgot about it.
Until I had to sprint to the bathroom a few hours later and yakked in the toilet. You can only imagine the horror that washed over me as I opened my eyes and looked down to see that it sure looked like I’d just hurled up a good quart of blood. “My, God. It’s ebola. I’m going to die. I have to go to the hospital NOW!”
Fortunately, as I was gasping for air and trying to garner the strength to stand up, I remembered the Hawaiian Punch and breathed a sigh of relief.
posted by Jim T on 11-7-2007 at 11:57 am
This wasn’t me, but my boyfriend.
We went to a club last Friday night for the first time, after going out to sushi and partaking in about 4 or 5 Saki Bombs. As we were with a group of friends with “VIP” access to the club, we shared one of those huge bottles of vodka and some rum. We didn’t even realize how much my bf had drunk until we saw that the vodka bottle was completely empty - we think he drank at least a quarter of it, maybe even half. After dragging him home I tried to escort him to the bathroom because I knew what was coming, but he refused, repeatedly comparing his stomach to various types of metal.
I left our hotel room for a moment, and when I came back he was bent over the bed with his face buried in the bedspread. He then proceeded to vomit all over the bed, slowly sliding down onto the floor and leaving a trail in his wake. He lay sideways on the floor, still throwing up. Let me tell you - sushi and vodka vomit is absolutely disgusting. I went to get a big pot for him to throw up in, and used a spoon to try to clean up around him by scooping it into the pot. I gave the pot to him, and instead of throwing up in it, he decided to lay his head in it - thus covering his hair in his former dinner - and began throwing up over the side of the pot onto the floor. A male friend was able to help me drag him to the bathroom but we couldn’t get him to get to the toilet or shower. (He’s 250lbs) We even tried putting ice in his pants to shock him into consciousness, but to no avail. He spent the next few hours only waking up to puke some more on the floor. He basically remembers nothing after the dinner, and has a huge rug burn on his chest and stomach from where we dragged him.
posted by Gabie on 11-7-2007 at 11:59 am
Sara:
I value your strong work ethic and determinatin on finishing a job you started, without pausing or missing a beat, you took one for the team,and all mankind and for that all the guys thank you ; )
posted by chad on 11-7-2007 at 12:01 pm
I’m so sorry Jim T, but I had to laugh out loud at “My God. It’s ebola.” Sounds just like my oldest–she will ALWAYS think of the worst-case scenario for EVERYTHING! :D
The last time I upchucked was after surgery. While I LOVE the good drugs they give to put you to sleep–I STILL want to take home a doggy bag, sometime–I hate the vomiting part afterwards.
posted by cmk on 11-7-2007 at 12:08 pm
Gabie, that story brought tears to my eyes… of laughter!
posted by kdub on 11-7-2007 at 12:11 pm
Didn’t Janis Joplin ultimately choke on vomit (after heroin)? I thought maybe this was the case for Jim Morrison as well.
The legend is that Mama Cass choked on a ham sandwich. If she had only *shared* it with Karen Carpenter, they might both be alive today.
posted by Sid Morrison on 11-7-2007 at 12:19 pm
I was told that a famous rocker drowned in someone elses vomit.Is this true i wonder?
posted by hael on 11-7-2007 at 12:53 pm
All this makes me glad that my several perscriptions prohibit me from drinking.
posted by nk on 11-7-2007 at 1:07 pm
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (also known as PA), I was driving home from my “boyfriends” back to campus.
It was about a 45 minute drive and I’m chugging along in my light blue Honda when my stomach starts to really get in a bad way.
I manage to pull over to a gas station and get the key to the ladies room for the explosion of…I believe you call it Big D. I must have been really sick if I actually used a gas station restroom!
I really just wanted to get back to the dorm, so I manage to get it together and continue onward.
I was ALMOST to the turn off for the campus when my stomach heaved. I rolled down the window (and this was the days before automatic windows) and hurled out the side of the car…as I’m driving (probably about 45 MPH). I never stopped…I just kept going.
Pulled my car into the lot, walked up to the dorm, 2 friends saw me and realized I was in a bad way and helped me back to my room. They also checked out my car. Not a splash on it!
Pretty impressive, huh?
posted by Beth on 11-7-2007 at 1:26 pm
This past August I volunteered to help the incoming freshmen at my school move into their dorms on move-in day. Move-in day was on a Sunday morning and I had apparently drank entirely too much the night before. It was over 90 degrees outside that day and I was stuck moving stuff up and down 4 flights of stairs for 3 hours. Needless to say, I was in no state for this.
I ended up going into the public bathroom by the entrance to the dorm and heaving. I was so relieved afterward that I kept on moving the kids in until my shift was over.
Welcome to college, freshmen!!
posted by L. on 11-7-2007 at 1:34 pm
I have a good upchucking story from my younger days.
It was Halloween Eve 98′ and I thought that driking a bottle of Tequila and 10-12 beers was a good idea. After drinking said mixture my friends and I went to a house party where we proceeded to dance in a very hot and steamy basement. thankfully we didn’t stay there too long and went back to my friend’s place.
As you can imagine, I’m not feeling so hot. After lying on the hall floor I decide to walk back to my place (a mile or so) where I proceed to deposit the aforementioned alcohol in my commode.
I deposited so much and at such a violent rate of speed that I racooned myself. What is racooning you ask? Racooning happens when you dry heave so much that the capilaries around your eyes burst. This was Friday night and on Monday I looked like the Lone Ranger’s demented cousin.
But wait, it gets better. Unbeknownst to me, a manager that I was interviewing for a job with had come to my office to watch me work that day. My boss comes running up to me freaking out about what happened to my face. Needless to say I thought I was sunk. What I didn’t know was that my future boss was an alcoholic, so I got the job.
posted by Dusty on 11-7-2007 at 1:39 pm
I’m not a puker. But when I was a teenager, my mother who’s now got 10 years sobriety, was from time to time. We’ve always all had the ethic in our family, that if you are sick from illness, you’re entitled to be stay home and be sick, but if you’re sick from drinking, you have to get up and go to work, or school, or church, or whatever you’re supposed to do. One year, after celebrating the opening of the winter Olympics (or as we jokingly called it “Getting into the Olympic Spirits”), my mom woke up with a violent hangover and tons of vomiting. But it was Sunday, and we were all going to church. So we stopped along the way to pick up a friend of the family we always gave a ride, and my mom had to pull over like three times on the side of the road to vomit on the way there. My sister and I laughed and laughed. Our friend couldn’t understand why we were so heartless, so we let her in on the joke. Later, when my mother had to excuse herself from the church choir loft to go vomit and after the service one of the little old ladys at the church was showing concern for her being so sick, my sister and I and our friend tried as hard as we could, but we couldn’t hold the laughter inside. My poor mother had to fake another trip to the bathroom to excuse herself (and us) from having to explain what was so hilarious.
posted by Melissa on 11-7-2007 at 1:50 pm
One more.
One night I was out drinking with a big group of people. I had been staying faithful to Captain Morgan and Coke the whole night knowing that mixing alcohol can lead to bad times.
Late into the night we stopped at another bar when one of the guys in the group said he was buying shots and asked what we wanted. My mouth, without consulting with my brain nor stomach, immediately spoke “Jack Daniels”. Upon hearing this exchange my stomach and brain wanted to have some words with my mouth. My mouth not being one to listen to outside counsel decided to ignore stomach and brain and proceeded to down the shot.
Immediately upon entering my stomach, Jack and the Captain got into a turf war. My stomach had had enough of this petty squabling, and like a good bouncer, forcibly ejected the two brawlers into the nearest container. Said container being a urinal (stomach gave my legs advanced warning).
posted by Dusty on 11-7-2007 at 2:11 pm
I’ll skip the sordid details, but the lesson I learned was you never want to put yourself in a position where you have to clean frozen puke off your ex-sister in law’s car early in the morning while hung over and being yelled at.
posted by DW on 11-7-2007 at 2:31 pm
When I was about 10, we took our van to Sea Ranch, a little town on the Sonoma coast north of SF. On the way, we had stopped for frozen yogurt. All they had was blueberry, but that didn’t stop me from getting ALL the toppings. After about 20 minutes of sitting in the backseat on the windiest road you can imagine, I shouted “PULL OhhhhhralphVER”. My dad hit the brakes, causing me and the blue chunky barf to rocket forward to the side door, where I managed to barf the rest outside.
posted by Dave on 11-7-2007 at 3:00 pm
One Thanksgiving when I was about seven, we drove to my Aunt and Uncle’s house for dinner. In our family, black olives were only served on special occasions even though my sister and I loved them. My Auntie, the thoughtful person that she was, made sure there were lots and lots and lots of black olives for us to feast on. So my sister and I pretty much binged on them the whole night. Everything was great until we got into the car for the ride home. After about five miles, I couldn’t take it any longer and asked my Dad to pull over because I was going to be sick. He did, I jumped out of the car and proceeded to heave horrendously all over someone’s front lawn. I have always wondered what crossed the homeowner’s mind the next morning. Happy Thanksgiving?
posted by Anne on 11-7-2007 at 3:55 pm
Since I’ve been out of school for a year and a half, I’ve had plenty of opportunity to look back and reflect on my four years of misadventure. Some of the worst endings to nights I’ve ever had (me vomiting in a random backyard, or on a girl I really liked one time, and then falling asleep by myself) were preceded by great stories with my buddies, or making out with one of my female friends. But when I look back at how I treated my body 3-5 or more nights a week for 4 straight years, and then read about stories like this, I’m amazed that I’m still alive and thank God for it. I wouldn’t take any of it back (except for throwing up on that one girl), but it still absolutely scares the shit out of me to think about all the horrible things that could/should have happened to me.
posted by Mike on 11-7-2007 at 9:49 pm
So i have two stories about my two present roommates.
The first is about one roommate who was out at someone’s birthday party last year, and had far far too much to drink. He and a couple friends decided to go for a walk, and partway through the walk, my roommate stopped, stood still, and proceeded to get sick on someone’s lawn. Immediately afterward, he keeled over backwards. He split his head wide open, and gave himself such a bad concussion, he caused brain damage. To this day, he has short term memory probelms.
My other roommate came home from a Shot Party at his frat one night and passed out in a chair in his room. His girlfriend and i figured he was fine, and left him upstairs, and we went back downstairs to watch TV. About 10 minutes later, we hear a loud crash from upstairs. We run up to see the chair tipped over, and my roommate getting sick in the sink… two feet away from the toilet. He finished getting sick, and went to bed (a bunk) where he proceeded to get sick again during the night. The next morning he cleaned out the sick which was glogged, and the wall that the vomit had dribbled down off the side of his bed. About a week later, he found some crusty stuff behind his desk, under his bed. SICK!!
I am underage, and therefore have no drinking stories! ;)
posted by Andre on 11-7-2007 at 11:29 pm
One night my friend bought a bottle of Arbor Mist sangria. I’ve never had it before then, and it was delicious. It tasted like juice…Anyway, after downing most of the bottle (by myself), we decide to go visit some friends on the other side of campus. We stayed there for a few hours, and by the time we left it was quite late. It was in mid-winter and very cold outside, so I didn’t want to walk. My roommate and I decided to take the late-night bus back to our part of campus.
Within 5 minutes of getting on the bus I realized what a horrible decision I had made. I knew I had to vomit, but the late-night bus started off in the complete opposite direction of where I needed to go, so I decided to stick it out. After 30 minutes, we finally made it to my side of campus. At this point, my hands and feet were going numb from me holding in my vomit as long as possible. When we were almost to my stop, I ran to the front so I could get off ASAP. Unfortunately, I crossed the “yellow line” in the front, so the driver wouldn’t let me off until I backed up. At this point, I had vomited in my mouth and was trying to hold it in as much as possible. I spewed some of it on the door before he finally let me out.I ran out, puked all over the ground outside of the student center, crawled to a trashcan and puked more. The best part is that in the trashcan adjacent to me a girl was also puking her life away.
When I was done, I stumbled past her and cheered her on for being a champ, just like me.
posted by L. on 11-8-2007 at 12:00 am
I once spent the night in intensive care. A man right beside me, four feet away, made a gurgling noise and flatlined. Doctors rushed to his side trying to vacuum out the vomit stuck in his throat but were unsuccessful. Asphyxiation via your vomit is apparently not all that uncommon, whether drugs and alcohol are involved or not.
posted by Trevor on 11-8-2007 at 9:09 am
About a hundred years ago (well, at least twenty), my boyfriend and I had gone for breakfast to the local doughnut shop in his ‘56 Pontiac. We’d both been pretty drunk the night before, and I was feeling a little queasy, but I figured coffee would help. The coffee and doughnuts did not help. As we were leaving the (very busy) parking lot, I ordered him to STOP, opened the door, and began to barf. He said, “I’LL show you how to do it”, opened HIS door, and started barfing too. I wonder if the cars that were pulling in behind us ever bothered to get breakfast.
posted by bettycat on 11-8-2007 at 10:54 am
on my 21st birthday i of course went out drinking with my friends. several pitchers of beer and numerous shots later we decided that it would be a good idea to go to a strip bar. i made it as far as the parking lot. i jumped out of the car almost before it was stopped and spent the next hour laying on top of a sewer grate puking every few minutes.
last winter i brought my cousin to a party with me. she drank too much too fast and ended up passing out on the couch. a few hours later she sits bolt upright, looks at everyone around her then proceeds to puke… right on my friend’s already pissed off (and now puked on) maine coon cat. there wasn’t a drop on the floor; it was all absorbed by the cat’s long fur. catching an angry, puke covered cat and then trying to clean it is about as much fun as it sounds. i have scars on my arms from his claws. my cousin is no longer allowed to go to parties with me.
posted by jade on 11-8-2007 at 3:20 pm
I’ve never been drunk. once in high school i was “kidnapped” by one of the honor clubs and taken to the mountains for the initiation. several of the existing club members were already there and waiting for us newbies. they had already been drinking. then the games began. they blind folded us and had us walk an obsticle course telling us it was a cliff or something else dangerous. well, walking the edge of the park table wasn’t good enough excitement for them so they actually had us start walking a stone wall which was really the edge of a cliff; blindfolded. nobody died but almost. after those games they started the drinking games. this is where i vowed i would never drink to excess. i watched these people try to outdrink each other. they went at it for hours it seemed until they started passing out or vomiting. i had never seen so much vomit. the most rediculous thing i had ever seen at the time i thought. then one of the non-drinkers (3 of us) got sick, really sick and had to be rushed to the hospital. man, that was scary. rushing down the mountain side with only drunk people driving. i wasn’t a driver either at the time. i wished that they could have seen what fools they made of themselves and what danger they had placed about 20 young men that night.
the funny thing about vomitting was when my wife and i were expecting our first, she was very sick. sometimes when i came home from work i would get very lovey with my wife; real sweet to her and such. on one occasion she looked up into my eyes and said, “looking at you makes me want to throw up.” then she ran into the bathroom and did just that.
posted by Greg on 11-10-2007 at 6:29 pm
Okay, I’ve got one, back when i was 22 I’d down a few too many shots of voka and staggering on my way home, almsot to my driveway and the sudden overhwelming need to vomit overcame me. So I did the only thing my drunken mind coudl think of, grabbed onto the neigbors mailbox for support, then proceeded to vomit the entire contents of my stomach into the interior of it. However I do remember being polite enough to put up the little red “you got mail” flag before crawling off home.
There’s also the time a friend of mine at this party got utterly wasted and as we were at the door to head home begged me to “quick find a puke thingy I gonna!” So I grabbed the closest thing I could find, someone Nike sneaker. Amazinly enough she managed to keep it all inside the sneaker and not spill a drop .To this day everytime I see a “Just do it. Nike” commercial I crack up laughing.
posted by Jenny on 11-14-2007 at 1:25 pm
What about Cass Elliott of the Mamas and Papas?!
posted by Talia on 11-23-2007 at 11:59 am
Sorry to disappoint you,(thinking you had the record) but I am 42 years and counting from my last barf-o-rama. August 17, 1965 - I remember it well…..The next day, I had to spend my birthday in bed all day.
posted by Kat on 2-3-2008 at 6:38 pm
I missed the wagon on this one, but I’ll tell my story anyways.
After stumbling in extremely drunk and incoherent, my college roommate passed out on the floor next to our other roommate’s bed and was seemingly dead to the world. I tried everything to wake her but she wasn’t responding at all. I started to get worried, wondering if I should be getting her some help. As I sat there pondering what to do, suddenly she sat bolt upright, opened my roommates bedside table, puked in it, closed it back up and promptly passed back out.
I just sat there stunned, looking at her. Hey, at least I knew she was okay enough to not choke on her vomit, right? I cleaned the bedside table and everything in it, which was gross and tedious. Somehow the roommate whose bed it was didn’t find out until I told her 2 years later.
posted by tara on 4-25-2008 at 11:39 pm