Where are you, Jocky?
Where are you, Jocky?
The bigfoot video reminded me of a Montana joke. Montana, where men are men, women are scarce, and the sheep are scared.
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This is a Welsh joke too.Originally Posted by gbrekken
The bigfoot video reminded me of a Montana joke. Montana, where men are men, women are scarce, and the sheep are scared.
I have a question for you Blokes and Honorary Lady members.
My daughter had the Winter vomiting Bug last night - (else it was the salmonella chutney she had on the veggie burger in Mcdonalds. I did suggest that she was going through a Superhero metamorphosis into Vomit Girl, who can take a villain down with a well aimed projectile vom!...but she wasn't impressed and gave me the look perfected by 14 year old girls over the whole history of time).
She was up for quite a time with me, and I had time to reflect upon the skill of the vomit whilst mopping out the bathroom.
Are you aware of the vomit classifications of Good vomiter and Bad vomiter?
The Good vomiter can hold it in to the sink/ toilet/ bath, and will assist the later cleanup by an accurate projection into the said receptacle.
The Bad vomiter can't hold it in and seems to spasm as they vomit resulting in a 180 degree vom splatter pattern arc.
Anyay, my question is this - Are the incidences of good and bad vomiters the result of nature or nurture? Are good and bad vomiters born or made?
I look forward in anticipation to your stories and answers. We could also widen the question out and start a thread on this subject in the bear pit.
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The bigfoot video reminded me of a Montana joke. Montana, where men are men, women are scarce, and the sheep are scared.That is a sad, sad tale. Down here, in hip hop land, pit bulls gather in corners and whisper
Vomit girl, very creative. What a fine fellow you are to clean up vomit.This is a Welsh joke too.
I have a question for you Blokes and Honorary Lady members.
My daughter had the Winter vomiting Bug last night - (else it was the salmonella chutney she had on the veggie burger in Mcdonalds. I did suggest that she was going through a Superhero metamorphosis into Vomit Girl, who can take a villain down with a well aimed projectile vom!...but she wasn't impressed and gave me the look perfected by 14 year old girls over the whole history of time).
She was up for quite a time with me, and I had time to reflect upon the skill of the vomit whilst mopping out the bathroom.
Are you aware of the vomit classifications of Good vomiter and Bad vomiter?
The Good vomiter can hold it in to the sink/ toilet/ bath, and will assist the later cleanup by an accurate projection into the said receptacle.
The Bad vomiter can't hold it in and seems to spasm as they vomit resulting in a 180 degree vom splatter pattern arc.
Anyay, my question is this - Are the incidences of good and bad vomiters the result of nature or nurture? Are good and bad vomiters born or made?
I look forward in anticipation to your stories and answers. We could also widen the question out and start a thread on this subject in the bear pit.
I don't know, the projectile thing seems to be something we get under control with age, do you think. Nurture helps, if you know you have a spewer, as soon as they get tempremental or darkened cheeks: bring a bucket lined with toilet paper, paper towels or a moist cloth and a plastic bag. Keep a mop at hand, leave the toilet lid up and put an open container near by in case they are...well,
I usually then take a nice stiff drink for moms nerves and try to get a bit of rest nearby.
Fine advice from years of experience. I left the lid down and paid big time.
Vomit girl, very creative. What a fine fellow you are to clean up vomit.
I don't know, the projectile thing seems to be something we get under control with age, do you think. Nurture helps, if you know you have a spewer, as soon as they get tempremental or darkened cheeks: bring a bucket lined with toilet paper, paper towels or a moist cloth and a plastic bag. Keep a mop at hand, leave the toilet lid up and put an open container near by in case they are...well,
I usually then take a nice stiff drink for moms nerves and try to get a bit of rest nearby.
Where art thou you king in kilted tights?Where are you, Jocky?
Aye, the bottle let him down again last night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o7sT5...eature=related
“I am a moth” he says, “transfixed on the lights”
To Marfa me lads! Now let us take flight!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCQqF...eature=related
He’ll be back soon enough, alien sojourn’s take a few days.
(green laughing smilie) That is funny!
Now to...
the spew:
I recall an incident many years ago (in my wilder days)
There was party on hot summer’s night.
Many had gathered outside near a pool.
I was beginning to suffer from a lethal mix roiling in my gut.
Nearby, the air conditioning condenser fan was running.
The warm air blowing off the coils was soothing, so I lay over the top of the fan.
People gathered around the fan to taunt and laugh at me, but soon I would have my revenge!
Suddenly a bubbling mass of magma surging from the depths of hell surged upward.
The lethal mix erupted into the fan blades spraying everything in two meter radius including those who would seek amusement at my suffering.
Gilliatt
That's a fantastic story. Well worth the nausea.
Aye, there's nothing worse than a lethal mix in summer. Once I cracked open like a broken water supply pipe and threw up much of that high pH venom cooking in my stomach on a friend who sat right beside me jingling and giggling his way down the beerdom. Needless to say, that was an isolated incident which surely taught my then teen self a lesson I never forgot, which is: never spew on someone drunk. It starts a chain-reaction.
This sentence contradicts itself - no actually it doesn't.
Glad you enjoyed it Paulclem.
Thanks for sharing the story about your daughter. I have one son who is now in his mid teens (oh lord help us!).
Your story brought back a few messy memories of my own.
Gilliatt
Glad to help, my daughter, now 35, was a big time spewer.
Speaking of which, no one has mentioned the 2 way dilema; spewing from all orifices...does it only happen on my watch
Glad to know that, at least, our Jocky is among friends.
Revenge is so, so sweet
I've been exposed to alot of scenes and smells over the years, but barfing still makes me lose it...even when I watch those little cartoon shows like South Park, where the kid is puking.Aye, there's nothing worse than a lethal mix in summer. Once I cracked open like a broken water supply pipe and threw up much of that high pH venom cooking in my stomach on a friend who sat right beside me jingling and giggling his way down the beerdom. Needless to say, that was an isolated incident which surely taught my then teen self a lesson I never forgot, which is: never spew on someone drunk. It starts a chain-reaction.
Oh, Happy Belated Birthday...
You're late to the party.Oh, Happy Belated Birthday...
Thanks!
This sentence contradicts itself - no actually it doesn't.
I'll go with the nurture, with the exception being adolescents suffering from the well known short circuits in the brain.
I once had a student, who, unbeknownst to me, should have stayed home for day. Instead, being the dedicated one, driven by parents, he attended school, and while listening to an oral report by another student, sneezed, or so I thought. Being in the back of the room, that's what I thought it was, until the chorus of "oooooooooo"s went up around him. He'd attempted to hold it in, to no avail, for the projectiles had proceeded through and out both nostrils, splashing off the desk, and gently bathing everyone within three feet in a 180 degree arc. I wasn't quick enough with the waste basket, so the second shot hit the floor and splattered a few more. Oh the joys of teaching middle school. I do miss it sometimes, but not often.
Jocky is probably enjoying the ladies' Olympic curling efforts. The British are led by a Scottish teen, whose other hobbies are golfing and bagpiping. They started off by knocking off the reigning world champs.
Anyone catch the Aussie gal's gold medal performance on the halfpipe?
heavenly blue morning glory
An interesting sub-catagory is the surreptitious vomiter, usually a baby at a christening. You only know its happened by the white streak of puke down the back of your best suit.
I have a vague memory of me and a young lady ending an enchanted evening bending over a sink and poking lumps of carrot down the plughole, we had shared a bottle of vodka and lime earlier.
I missed the half-pipe, but those skeleton sliders are so fast!!
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I used to work in Primary School - 4 to 12 year olds. I had just got back in for a maths lesson after being on playground duty, and picked up my cold coffee and took a big swig. Just then a tickle in the throat made me cough it all out in a 180 degree arc. all the good, eager kids on the front row were drenched and said errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I had to laugh.
Luckily I've never had to deal with the multiple orifice swamping.Glad to help, my daughter, now 35, was a big time spewer.
Speaking of which, no one has mentioned the 2 way dilema; spewing from all orifices...does it only happen on my watch
Revenge is so, so sweet
I've been exposed to alot of scenes and smells over the years, but barfing still makes me lose it...even when I watch those little cartoon shows like South Park, where the kid is puking.
Oh, Happy Belated Birthday...
I know what you mean by the barfing in sympathy. I'm a good vomiter though and I can usually keep it down. I have had instances of reluctant vomiting - where the vom comes between the fingers in multi-directional streams.
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