Let’s try this again. My hosting company torpedoed our last attempt, by losing more than 20 comments. So, I deleted that original post, and now invite you guys to again share your legendary tales of upchuck. I don’t believe we’ll have similar problems this go ’round, so have at it!
I’ll prime the puke pump by telling a quick one of my own…
During Jr. High a kid jumped to his feet in Social Studies class one day, double-timed it to the front of the room, grabbed the teacher’s garbage can and vomited with gusto and high volume. Needless to say, the other kids howled in protest, and the teacher flew off the handle:
“WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU PEOPLE?! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT THIS BOY IS SICK?? YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!!” he shouted, from deep within his Hemingway beard.
Then he told the kid (Kevin) to go to the clinic, and said he’d be down to check on him in a few minutes. Kevin left the room, and the teacher was pacing around. We assumed he was still mad at us, barely able to control his rage. But, a minute or so later he said, “Is he gone? OK, good… Ooooh, god. Did you see that? I think it was a baloney sandwich and bean with bacon soup.”
We busted out with laughter, and a splendid time was had by all.
There are other stories, some personal (at least one featuring Long Island Iced Tea), but I’m going to turn it over to you folks now.
Please share, or re-share (sorry!), your tales in the comments.
And I’ll see you again soon.
Have a great day!