Comments on: On Music: Three Rock Stars who Died Choking on Vomit (and a 4th who might have)

By: kelly

kelly — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 05:40:03 +0000

it did not have to be this way.
http://www.soberliving.com

By: tara

tara — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 04:39:56 +0000

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.

By: Kat

Kat — Mon, 04 Feb 2008 00:38:29 +0000

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.

By: Talia

Talia — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 17:59:20 +0000

What about Cass Elliott of the Mamas and Papas?!

By: Jenny

Jenny — Wed, 14 Nov 2007 19:25:14 +0000

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.

By: Greg

Greg — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 00:29:43 +0000

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.

By: jade

jade — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 21:20:06 +0000

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.

By: bettycat

bettycat — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 16:54:10 +0000

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.

By: Trevor

Trevor — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 15:09:28 +0000

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.

By: L.

L. — Thu, 08 Nov 2007 06:00:56 +0000

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.