Comments on: Belly Bloating Beer Goodness

By: William

William — Wed, 19 Apr 2006 08:41:08 +0000

When I puked after just 10 shots the Centurion was abandoned and we drank beer from the bottle rather than a shot glass. I have done a Centurion before, and yes I threw up quite a lot, but I blacked out and can’t remember enough to have a decent story.

By: JJ

JJ — Wed, 19 Apr 2006 01:41:43 +0000

Hahaha…

I don’t puke pizza dough. I vomit beer. And whiskey on occasion.

Ev says he’ll take the tag. Because tag rhymes with fag.

By: shirley

shirley — Wed, 19 Apr 2006 01:36:38 +0000

I didn’t mean that, don’t vom pizza dough on me!

By: shirley

shirley — Wed, 19 Apr 2006 01:35:16 +0000

Would it help if I tagged you up your butt? I hear you’re fags.

By: shirley

shirley — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 21:57:59 +0000

You’re tagged!

http://shirleythegreat.blogspot.com/2006/04/eeek-im-it.html

Be there or be a plane figure having four equal sides.

Now please don’t vomit on me!

By: cinders

cinders — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 21:14:44 +0000

I think I might agree with April– I’m starting to find myself wondering where this William lives.

By: big al

big al — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 19:38:16 +0000

guy’s i am starting to feel sick .

peace

By: juicya

juicya — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 19:33:43 +0000

I did the centurion and made it to 64– it wasnt pretty.

By: TC

TC — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 19:28:32 +0000

No “technicolour yawn” there, then.

Cigarette afterwards, heh? Did the world move for you too?

(JJ: This theme loads in a fraction of the time that the old one did. Fuckin’ sad that I noticed, no?).

By: Randi

Randi — Tue, 18 Apr 2006 16:55:24 +0000

I didn’t email my story but what the heck:
For my ex’s birthday we went out to dinner. I had a Chinese Chicken Salad. Afterwards we went back to his place where I decided it would be a good idea to drink half a bottle of Vanilla Stoli splashed with some Coke. Natch, that lead to sex and passing out naked. I woke up in the middle of the night because I booted in my own mouth. Panties were nowhere to be found and he had roommates so I grabbed a shirt and wrapped it around my body like a towel and sprinted to the toilet. When I threw open the door to the bathroom my ex was taking a crap and looked at me, shocked, and exclaimed, “What are you doing!?!?” So I turned and barfed in his bathroom sink, clogging it with cabbage. I had to go back the next day with Drano. The End.