Where have YOU puked? (Page 2)

I started to laugh out loud hysterically when I read about your 'puking duel' with the kid behind you. Did your husband have any cake that day?

I am glad I am not the only one. I totally threw up all over my buddies Chocolate lab. I leaned over his patio and started tossing my cookies and the dog was right below me.

Same time the pizza guy showed up and the dog covered in puke ran out and jumped in the pizza guys car..

I said sorry but i don't think that made up for it...

This explains a lot man...

Karma?

The night before I was supposed to go back to college, I drank a half bottle of whiskey with some friends.  I was to fly back to school the next morning.  In the next 8-10 hours,  (sp?) I puked:

In my friend's truck, on a random neighbor's yard, at my parent's house, at the Logan International Airport, on the airplane, outside the Harrisburg airport, at the Harrisburg bus terminal, on the bus and then at my apartment.  I then took a shower and when out with my roommates to the bars.

I've puked several places, but here's one of my fav's.  

8:00 A.M. board flight to Vegas aboard a Northwest plane.  8:45 A.M. get cut off by the flight attendant because someone is nervous about the guys getting drunk near the cockpit.

11:00 ish.  Head out to lake Mead for about 10 beers,  

Noon ish, Eat a greasy huge cheese burger and fries, wash it down with some Crown Royal (And diet coke of course).

8-9 P.M.  Feel very sick at a strip bar.  Ask the waitress for a water. 

8-9 feel even sicker when she charges me $8.00 for the water.

Head into the bathroom, and find a stall.  Kneel down in front of the toilet and commence puking.  

Spot something out of the corner of my eye, and realize it's some dudes underpants crammed behind the toilet.  

Immediately puke again, but miss the toilet this time.

Spend a long time and all of the toilet paper trying to clean up mess.

About 9:30, hail a can back to the hotel and puke again...

I puked on my final project (an architectural model) in college and then the dude I liked at the time came over and I puked on his lap. 

It was a great excuse to "make it up to him" though...it all worked out. 

First day of hell week during our lunch break I was really smart and had a large strawberry shake. When we came back we were doing sprints till someone puked. We were not allowed to stop for any reason so when I started spewing a bright pink fountain while running. When I got back to the line I saw a nice 20 foot trial of pink puke down the sideline. For the rest of the day I was forced to run all my drills though the pink puke.

My favorite puke story happened back in high school. My friend and I were on a Grey Hound from Iowa City to Detroit. The bus was packed, hot and smelly. My friend and I were split up because we were one of the last ones on the bus. His seat partner was an enormous smelly lady, who looked like she could be on the show hoarders. About 1/2 way through the trip we stopped at a Wendy's for lunch, where I proceeded to order my standard #1. Everything was going smoothly until an hour left of the trip. The rumbles, the sweats, mouth watering..... "OMG something is wrong" I thought. I knew that the environment + possible food poisoning was causing a losing battle in my gut. I went to the back of the bus to the smallest/smelliest bathroom ever created, where the heffer who was sitting next to my friend had occupied. I knocked and said it was an emergency. She yelled back that it was going to be a while and to come back later. At that point I lost it. Projectile french fries came pouring out like a fountain. Well.... brilliant me wanted to contain the mess, but when I put my hands to my mouth, my fingers were spread a little so the fries shot out in different directions like a seed spreader. It splashed against the bathroom door and on the ground. To my right, 2 kids maybe 8-10 years old had a look on their faces like they had just seen their dog be run over by a car, sheer panic/sadness/horror. To my left, resting on a man's shoulder was a piece of french fry. I flicked it off and gave him my apologizes. I took the walk of shame to the front of the bus and asked for whatever they could muster to clean up the mess.

I look back and laugh at the story now, but I've always wondered if those kids remember the day they saw a dude puke all over the bus.

Oh the bus story reminded me... I was wherever Mark Twain's museum house is (somewhere East? No idea), touring the museum with a co-worker. Felt my lunch sushi rumbling. We absolutely could not leave the tour for security reasons. I was >---- this close <----- to puking all over Mark Twain artifacts. 

Made it on to the city bus which was our transportation (no idea there, either, why we were taking a bus?!) and it was packed. Felt it coming up again. People knew. They were moving away from me. Reached for the trash can on the bus only to realize it was BOLTED TO THE PLATFORM. WTF?! I knew could not get up high enough to make it a slam dunk. The bus made a stop right then and I ran out, puking just inches from the steps. I couldn't get back on the bus with a right mind, so me and my co-worker walked a few miles to our hotel. Priceless.

That's sig-worthy!

My friend's fence, a few dorms, a couple of beach houses, just outside the tent at Canyon Lake, several nice hotels in SATX, ATX, El Paso, and maybe Tacoma and San Diego (those two are kinda foggy).

Also a few fishing boats, usually on 24-36hr trips, meaning the trip was long enough I was able to recover and still enjoy. Not so on a very regretful trip aboard a 64' Hat. Prolly shoulda taken something before that trip

I am most proud of NOT puking: after downing 25 hot wings and 2 DrPeppers then going on an impromptu photo shoot from a single-engine plane in moderate winds. That took major gut-power, and a lotta holding that stupid top-hinged window open for air!

On my walk back from the microbrewery on a late late saturday night, i release a good 9 pints of high gravity vomit on the church steps as i passed...prolly didnt make for a great sunday morning arrival.

oh college....

I have entirely too many stories that I could post in here... where to even begin?

On the pirate ship ride at a carnival... into the hood of the girl in front of me, multiple bathrooms, my parents' lawn, my parents' car, into my parents' washing machine when my brother wouldn't let me into the bathroom when we were little...

But possibly the all time best was with an ex-bf a number of years ago.  He was moving out of the country the next day and so a bunch of people had been out celebrating the night before.  Well, the end of the night comes and I've had so many drinks that I don't even realize at first that rather than taking me home, he's taken me to his place to get one last pizza session in.  I told him when we left the bar that I wasn't feeling well (and I'm a known puker at this stage in my drinking career), but he seemed to think that it would all be just fine once things got going.  Needless to say, they weren't fine.  We were at one end of the bed as all of his fresh laundry was all over his bed ready for the last minute packing the next morning.  You can already guess where this is going, can't you?  Yes, in the middle of pizza I managed to hit every piece of clothing on the bed.  And then continue into the laundry basket under my feet with more clean clothes. 

He decided to take me home after that, and for some reason, I haven't heard from him since.  Weird! 

Did you finish the Pizza first?

Lol!  I know I didn't, and at that point I'm pretty sure I didn't care if he did or not! 

^^^^ one of the funniest things I've read since Legocrap's barf date. 

In college (don't most of these occur there?) we had spent another Friday or Saturday night out late. A friend convinced me the next morning that a quick 1-2 mile run would clean out the system, cure the hangover, and prep us to do it all over again.  After 1 very difficult mile, we circled back to the dorm, where my friend began puking all over the bushes at the front door.  Not wanting to be left out, I began to join him.  

Both of us are projectile vomiting into the front bushes when a group of high school seniors and their parents walked up to the doors as part of their campus visit.  You can imagine the look of horror on their faces as they saw us.  

My buddy looks up, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and yells "What the f%^& are you looking at"?  He then proceeds to continue his painting of the bushes.

I can't recall if any of those kids ever ended up at that school.

While it wasn't me this is the best puke story I have. So in 99' My ex and I were getting ready to board onto a puddle jumper after attending wedding in upstate New York. So we already felt tired and run down from the celebrations of the weekend and my ex wanted something greasy to help with her hang over so we picked up some Jack in the box. Once on the plane we hit some turbulence and my ex turned a nice shade of light green then grabbed her puke bag and very quietly started to puke. Well on the little two row plane she was sitting next to a window so you could see the white bag filling up. The guy in front of me saw her puking then he started to wretch and heave as he puked where everyone on the plane could hear and smell. That was too much for my sister-in-law who also was hung over so she started to puke.  Remind you that this plane only fit like 12 people so in this little plane 3 people are puking and you could smell it. So I started to laugh uncontrollably thinking of the movie stand by me and my ex did not think that my laughter was appropriate so she started glaring at me while holding the puke back up to her mouth so all I could see was her eyes. So ya the rest of the 40 min plane ride was really awkward for everyone on the plain.

Forgot another one: 

After a LONG night at my friend's frat house at UT we were up the next day to go to the Longhorns football game. On the way there, they wanted to stop at Subway to get some sandwiches. I wasn't feeling all that great, so I stayed in the car.

Well, a few minutes later it was go time...I sprinted in to the Subway bathroom and proceeded to firehose the walls with puke. I cleaned myself up the best I could, walked back out and told my buddy, "time to go". 

I feel bad for whoever got clean up duty that day.