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After a night out a few weeks ago, Craig and I got a taxi home. I was feeling abit weird all night, and then in the taxi I went a bit insane and thought I was going to float out through the ceiling or something. We got out up at the top of our road and I sat down, feeling all woozy and like, I don't know, my heart was clawing it's way up through my throat, kicking me along the way. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and said 'Oh, I'm definitely going to be sick', and stood up. Craig was in the process of saying 'Do you want to go down a lane or something?', and as I started to shake my head, all hell broke loose. I'll spare you the gorey details but it was pretty violent (HAHA). I vommed up an entire Jambon, and the whole time I stood there, bent over, screaming 'WHYYYY!!???', Craig laughed, and laughed and laughed, and cried, and laughed. Of course hearing him laugh made me laugh, which made me choke, and I was still trying desperately to finish my cigarette. It was all very messy. The moral of the story is if it was anyone else that stood there crying tears of joy while my insides ended up on my outsides, I'd probably punch them.

When the whole ordeal was over, Craig just turns to me and goes 'I've never seen anything like that, it was like eels coming out of your mouth.'. HAHAHAHAHA. DELISH.




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