Sardonic-Pain
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posted on 13/4/2002 at 11:50 PM |
Yes I know all of you have them. A story in which you were really sick and
that moment is stuck in your memory. whether it is getting plastered the
night before and waking up all hangover is and throwing up everywhere or a
stomach virus thing I want to know what is your worst or funnies story.
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<BR>I will tell you mine. Its kinda funny but
kinda wasnt at the time but now it is.
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<BR>My
friend lawrie-Beth and Corey went out to eat at this steak house that
lawrie works at. Well we really didnīt go to eat we just hung out with all
the people that work there cause they are cool and we got a blooming onion
and we all ate that. Well I was slowly not feeling good so we hopped in the
car and started for home. Lawrie was in the front and Corey and I were in
the Back seat talking and stuff and all of a sudden I kinda felt the sudden
urge to throw up hit me and Corey looks at me and says "dude are you ok"
and I was like uhm no I think Iīm gonna get sick and Lawrie goes "Well at
least roll down a window dude" So i did and we were almost home anyways
going 45 down a back road with a car behind us.
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<BR>So I am like oh shyt and just kinda yawn in technicolor out
her window and watch it hit the car behind us and roll down the side of her
window and car and Corey is behind me laughing and Lawrie is like OMG want
me to pull over? So she pulls over in front of a church of all places and
there I am barfing in the front yard of the church and corey yells "see
what church does to people" i kinda laugh and go back to what I was going
and coreyīs rubbing my back and makes sure Iīm not dieing and we get back
in the car and he hops up in the front seat cause he hates throw up.
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<BR>We get back to my house and I was feeling
lots better and I had to hose down her car. And that was really funny.
Kinda gross but really funny. So i get home and tell my mom and take a bath
and stuff and go to bed
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<BR>Start feeling sick
again and I pray to the porcelin gods for the rest of the night. crying on
the floor cause I didnīt have nothing else in my stomach any more and cuase
I hate yawning in technicolor cause I always feel so vulnerable and still
cry for mommie.
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<BR>Ended up I caught a
stomach virus from my boss at work and was out of skool for 2 days while
mommie pamperd me and took care of me. undefined
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<BR>I dunno I find it really funny now......Its kinda gross but I
gues Iīm just twisted like that.......tell me your stories! ____________________
My Life is like a porno-Without the sex-Just the weird music
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Ironboots
Extreme Fanatic   Posts: 893 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 28/5/2002 at 05:52 AM |
| So thatīs where my pixie bugs went! I was trying to form an entertainment
group, to compete with the flea circus across the street, but one day they
left, with a note that they were "heading for better times" Iīll miss those
guys... ____________________
Piggy's got the Conch!
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Dolorosa
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posted on 18/5/2002 at 04:26 AM |
| Magical little pixie-bugs that hide in my ear and whisper secrets... :D ____________________
In the valley of the Goats, the Goat Fucker is King
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Sardonic-Pain
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posted on 16/5/2002 at 06:11 AM |
OMG...obviously not much if Kevin Cosner can piss into a Mr.Coffe and get
tasters choice hehe
ewwww thats dirty!
Where do you come up with this stuff lol :lol: ____________________
My Life is like a porno-Without the sex-Just the weird music
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Dolorosa
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posted on 14/5/2002 at 02:14 PM |
| Can you imagine how sick youīd get if you accidentally drank someoneīs pee?
uh...hypothetically of course... :P ____________________
In the valley of the Goats, the Goat Fucker is King
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Psychopixi
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posted on 14/5/2002 at 12:13 PM |
Worst sick stories..
It would have to be the one (and only) time I threw up whilst drunk.
Iīm fairly lightweight as a rule. About 5 shots and Iīm happy. So overall a
whole bottle of Vodka (the 70cl kind) downed neat really isnīt very
good.
Donīt even ask what possessed me, I really donīt know. :-?
I remember being in a room with my boyf; Elliot, Matt E, Plop and someone
else. I know we were hotboxing. I know I made it to the bathroom before
chundering. I also remember the fact that I took my time to put the bath
plug in, then throwing up into the bath, not the toilet.
Under normal circumstances I despise being sick, as people before have
mentioned itīs the vulnerability coupled with, for me, the complete lack of
dignity! When I started spewing this held true.
By the time Nicky came to add to my bathfull of sick I was just watching
myself in the bath mirror with a rather morbid interest.
I have a memory blank from then untill about 4 the next day. I have been
told I went hypothermic. I have been told I locked the door and wouldnīt
let anyone in, and when I unlocked it I wouldnīt let anyone touch me. I
have been told that I passed out once upstairs and once downstairs.
I have also been told that my kind, thoughtful and considerate friends were
watching me throw up and counting the number of times I managed to.
Apparently, not including any that happened while the door was locked and I
was by myself I made 37.
If I actually remembered any more of that night Iīd warn people against
doing something like that as I could tell them it isnīt fun or pleasant.
Seeing as I donīt remember and I have no right to tell anyone what to do
anyway Iīll just say; Have Fun!!
Psyche ____________________
Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life.
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Zander
Occasional Poster   Posts: 22 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 8/5/2002 at 12:34 AM |
when I was 3 years old I downed a glass of jack daniels in 3.1
seconds.I thought it was juice. shortly after I couldnīt breathe.
then I began throwing up.
and for the rest of the night,
I decided to throw up some more.
now I feel the feeling you get when your sick all the time. the loud
silence that en-gulfs you.
the worst kind of torture.
my life is a silence that grows louder. ____________________
You can do more with a kind word and a gun than with just a kind word.
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MorteAscendo
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posted on 7/5/2002 at 06:16 AM |
Lets see....im not the one to get sick...but i have two words to say when i
do...Projectile Vomit.
:-o :-o ____________________
"Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. I'm a schizophrenic, and so am I".
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DarkTigress
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posted on 4/5/2002 at 05:15 PM |
Dolorosa- *LMAO* :lol:
Oh my... well... I wouldnīt say I have any fun sick stories... but I kinda
have alot of the only sick stories. More then one bad, so itīs hard to
choose.
When I were born, I almost died... not only because I were one month ahead,
but because they had troubles getting me out...
When I were 2 years old, I went to the hospital and had to take alot of
tests that are really scary for such a young child since they thought I had
some liver disease... they even wanted to take a piece of my liver *big
time yuck* But my parents wouldnīt let em.
When I were 4 (I donīt know if this counts as a sick storie though), I got
a book shelf over me... hrm...
When I were 5 I almost died since I got a major astmatic attack. My mom
were severly sick, so it triggered it. My dad took me to the local
hospital, but they said it were nothing... but since he were convinced it
were worse than īnothingī (maybe that I couldnīt breath at all were a
hint), he took me to another hospital a bit away where they in panic helped
me since it were an emergency.
And, um, other stories like that. One time (another not-sick storie), I
opened the car while it were still moving, when we were going to park the
car... since I were like 6 or 7 years old, I didnīt know better, and I fell
out of the moving car. If I wouldnīt have such a firm grip at the door I
would have been... um... let me say it delicatly... splashed all over the
parking lot *lol* Guess Iīm not Godīs favourite human... or maybe Iīm his
favourite toy... either way, itīs kind of amusing when I look back at it.
Nothing that really bothers me. Iīm still here, this far, so mwahhahahaha
*cough* :-o ____________________
~The World Can Continue It's Excistence Without Mankind... But What Happens
To The Mankind When The Earth Is Gone?~
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Sardonic-Pain
Fanatic Posts: 248 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 2/5/2002 at 06:33 AM |
| Uh that was me up there ^^^^^ i totally forgot that I didnt sign in! :evil:
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Anonymous
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posted on 2/5/2002 at 06:27 AM |
| lmao that is great! hehe I needed that laugh today but OMG that was just
great! hehe ---any kind of sick you like hehe :-D ____________________
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Dolorosa
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posted on 1/5/2002 at 05:18 AM |
| Heh heh...hells yeah. :grin: ____________________
In the valley of the Goats, the Goat Fucker is King
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goathead
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posted on 30/4/2002 at 01:04 PM |
| Dolorosa>> Absolutely hilarious!!! :lol: ____________________
All your base are belong to ME!!!
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Dolorosa
Extreme Fanatic Posts: 856 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 30/4/2002 at 12:50 PM |
Alright, so there I was, just sitting at the bus stop, organizing my
jellybeans into nice little color-coded sandwich baggies. And then out of
nowehere, this guy walks by, and HE LOOKS AT ME. And all of a sudden I can
hear him thinking, "What a frigginī weirdo, with his jellybeans,
damn...people like him are a failure to everything, I bet you he
masturbates to midget porn and wears saftey pins through his naughty
hooty-hoos." So I stand up and I yell at him, nothing specific, just
yelling...and he gets this look in his eye, like "Oh shit, this kid can
read my mind." So he runs, and I chase him...īcause if my mindreading
secret is out, those little magic hamster-thingies will come after me
again...anyways, Iīm chasing him, and God tells me to take a hard
left...which makes me run into a telephone pole (Further proof god sucks)
and the guy gets a little more ahead. THEN he turns into this alleyway...so
I chase him in there, yelling at him. And heīs crying, īcause you know I
know what he knows. AND THEN! It turns into a dead end. Yeah, I had
him...he started yelling at me to leave him alone, and not to take his
money or anything...and then he told me about his kids and stuff, and I
realized, hey, this guy is great...heīs so great, heīs the type to go to
heaven. And then I think, whoah...heaven is a far far better place than
this place, cause all the jellybeans are color coded already. So I tell
him, Iīm going to send him to heaven cause itīs so nice up there. And he
starts crying. Well, I decided to make it pretty quick, but all I had was
some jellybeans and three scalpels I found on the ground. It took me like
three hours, but seemed a lot faster after I found the brick and the dead
rat. Finally I got him up into heaven...yeah...I bet heīs pretty grateful
up there. It made me feel pretty good.
Or were you talking about the OTHER type of sick?
:-D ____________________
In the valley of the Goats, the Goat Fucker is King
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Sardonic-Pain
Fanatic Posts: 248 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 25/4/2002 at 05:43 PM |
| ewwwies...I just hate puking...I hate feeling voulnderable...But I dunno I
find sick stories funn after they happen....cause we always talk about that
kind of stuff either in German class (where my teacher tells about getting
food poisoning in Sweeden when he got married) or at lunch...But go figure
all the people I eat lunch with are bois.... ____________________
My Life is like a porno-Without the sex-Just the weird music
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Anonymous
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posted on 25/4/2002 at 12:42 PM |
| Ever heard of Paul Young, the folk rock legend? I was sick on his shoes
then rolled under a car and dry wretched for 3 hours. ____________________
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Schizo
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posted on 25/4/2002 at 03:46 AM |
The sickest Iīve ever been was back when I was attending Bible School. We
had a big church convention, with people from all over the country, and, of
course, the flu started striking us all down. Including me. I started
feeling sick the last meeting of the day, but didnīt get really ill until
everyone else had gone to bed.
Stoic that I was, I didnīt want to wake anyone up. So I dragged myself
across the hall to the bathroom, puking what must have been at least a
dozen times, and cleaning up my own messes when I missed the toilet. Then
dragging myself back to bed, where I would groan under my breath so as not
to wake up the people in the dorm. I was horribly thirsty, but I couldnīt
even keep water down. I didnīt sleep at all that night.
I felt better the next morning, but I had lost 5 pounds overnight and
couldnīt walk without hanging on to stuff. Unfortunately, I was scheduled
to ride home to my parents house that day, some 8 or 9 hours away.
Needless to say, the trip was exhausting.
Also unfortunately, I gained back the 5 pounds once I got some fluids back
in me. :cry: ____________________
"You can tell by the scars on my arms and the cracks in my hips and the
dents in my car and the blisters on my lips that I'm not the carefullest of
girls." - Dresden Dolls, "Girl Anachronism"
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bettie_x
Extreme Fanatic  Posts: 1570 Registered: 31/12/1969 Status: Offline
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posted on 24/4/2002 at 10:38 PM |
hmmm...most of my stories are too much booze stories, but I do remember
getting very very ill in my junior year in highschool. I woke up in the
middle of the night with an abdomen the size of a basketball and spent the
night throwing up soooo loudly it woke my mom who sat while I hurled my
guts out for hours. When I stopped barfing she took my temp which read at
104. Pretty much my body cooked itself into a sort of coma...I remember
very little other than not being able to walk or open my eyes, and that I
was missing my finals at school. When my temp dropped down to 100 she
ventured to take me to a clinic, where in the 20 min I spent in the waiting
room my temp skyrocketed back up to 104. I was given anti nausea pills
(which I couldnīt keep down) and antibiotics which were a derivative of
penicillin, tho mom and I told them Iīm allergic. SO now Iīve got a temp
of 104 again, canīt keep the nausea pills down, AND Iīve got a nice full
body rash from the antibiotics. PLUS she put my cat tootsie to sleep when
I was unconscious on the couch for a few days īcause he peed on the wall
again.
The only plus to it was when I got back to school, I had cooked/puked off
15 lbs (fat girlsī HEAVEN, let me tell you) in a week and a half and looked
like a frigginī zombie...pale, weak, haggard....and all my teachers felt so
bad they let me off easy on finals since I did well all year.
THEN there was my 21st birthday...and the mystery of the wet bathmat....the
colorless, odorless wet bathmat by the toilet. still canīt figure out if
my dog peed on it, if MICHAEL peed on it, if *I* peed on it or if I puked
on it (since I remember puking straight vodka all night it would be
odorless and colorless) so we just said "forget it" and tossed it in the
washer. ____________________
Trapped in time. Surrounded by evil. Low on gas.
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pAris
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posted on 18/4/2002 at 08:33 PM |
Does food poisoning count? Imagine getting sick all night on bad fish
(letīs just say Iīm glad I had not eaten much of it) starting 12 hours
before my brotherīs wedding (which I was in, of course). Then riding
around with him and his yuppie pig groomsmen in a limo while theyīre all
getting shit faced before the ceremony (can you say "tacky?" I thought you
could) trying not to puke. Then the best man starts making fun of me
because I was not wearing over-priced Pierre Cardin socks ro something.
Then all through the rather long ceremony almost puking on the altar a few
times.
Or maybe the halloween party (the one where I dressed up as the alley cat)
where I had momentarily forgotten that jello shots and 151 and goldschlager
do not mix well (esp on an empty stomach), then was forcibly reminded as my
hiccups turned into...well, letīs just say I was bent over the rail on the
back porch for about an hour or so while the party went on around me....
That was fun. ____________________
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Sardonic-Pain
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posted on 18/4/2002 at 06:49 AM |
omg thats great hehe...Seasame street stickers whoīd have thought.....
The only time I have ever gotten sick from drinking was a while back when A
friend of mine down the street had her uncle move in with her family and he
owned at tattoo gun and what not well he gave me a tattoo for free and the
next week we celebrated (Note I am totally under age) and So he went out
and bought all kinds of stuff and I drank some aftershock and that was
about it just cause thats my favorite well I had to walk home and play
straight...So I sit down to eat dinner and there is a glass of milk sitting
in front of me and i was thirsty and without even thinking i downed the
whole glass.....needless to say in like 30 minutes that milk so didnīt
agree with my tummy.... When they say milk and alchohol donīt mix they are
so right...I had to go to skool the next day all sick and what not and
trying to run the mile! it was aweful....I felt like shyt and I swore never
to drink agian but That was something i never kept...LoL
so word of advise DONīT drink milk after drinking alchohol ____________________
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