When I have been drinking, and have had one more than what I should, I turn into a game of Operation. Basically there are “safe” zones and “unsafe” zones to touch me on. If you touch an “unsafe” zone, aka my back, I will hurl multiple times. And it’s not a pretty sight.
I must have something defective in my head (not referring to my brain), but when I hurl, unless I actively plug my nose, it comes out both my nose and mouth. Dis-GUS-ting.
Well, after one of these nights, someone had touched the unsafe zone and off the bathroom I ran. Luckily, I plugged my nose. But, after hurling multiple times, I came out to wash my hands. While washing up, I sneezed….
Yep, I sneezed purple puke all over my white tank top. I had a shirt on over the tank, so I threw the tank away, and proceeded to button up the shirt. The reason I had a tank top on: I’m well endowed and said top does not button very well over the girls. Since I was happy drunk, I didn’t care, and walked back out to the bar to rally up and drink more, not carrying that my buttons were strained so tight that it is a miracle I didn’t shoot missile buttons at people.
I wish I could say this has only happened once…
ILBAB says: First off, friend, I have been there. I have also puked stars out of my nose after getting the flu and eating chicken and stars. It was awesome. But I digress. I think the most important part of your story is that you can rally. Not many girls would have the cojones to ralph, redress and head back into the fray. For that, you are my hero. Also, I love boobs, so you have that going for you, which is nice. You are my smelly, electrifying, big-boobed hero. Rock on, sister. Rock on.