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Off Topic / PUKE STORIES - the vom bomb
« on: February 14, 2015, 10:01:15 AM »
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So one day in third grade I ate these bbq chicken nuggets lunchables. I would soon come to regret this.
Ten minutes after consumption I felt a stabbing pain in my left side. I told one of the teacher's aids and she let me go to the bench outside of the principal's office while he finished his lunch. I've waited about five minutes when the pain intensifies. I knew what I had to do.
I started walking cautiously and slowly, because in my condition, I couldn't walk faster than a turtle without feeling the cold embrace of death. The walk turned into a limp, then almost a crawl. I'd made it to one of the stall doors. Open the door. Puke on the floor. Everywhere looks like the goddamn floor.
I launched projectile vomit all over the loving stall. I was sent home that day. That day is behind me, but it haunts me every time I close my eyes. Every time I dream. Every time I realize that it could happen again.
go wild
sister thread: http://forum.blockland.us/index.php?topic=270841.210
So one day in third grade I ate these bbq chicken nuggets lunchables. I would soon come to regret this.
Ten minutes after consumption I felt a stabbing pain in my left side. I told one of the teacher's aids and she let me go to the bench outside of the principal's office while he finished his lunch. I've waited about five minutes when the pain intensifies. I knew what I had to do.
I started walking cautiously and slowly, because in my condition, I couldn't walk faster than a turtle without feeling the cold embrace of death. The walk turned into a limp, then almost a crawl. I'd made it to one of the stall doors. Open the door. Puke on the floor. Everywhere looks like the goddamn floor.
I launched projectile vomit all over the loving stall. I was sent home that day. That day is behind me, but it haunts me every time I close my eyes. Every time I dream. Every time I realize that it could happen again.
