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Originally posted by MattO
I got up to go to the bathroom, swooning. It was a busy weekend night and there was a line to the bathroom.
Now in this bar, the bathroom doors are in a brightly lit area right next to the pool table.
I asked the guy in front of the line if I could please go ahead of him, I think I'm gunna be sick, etc. He told me no. I stood there, confused, then proceeded to vomit all over myself, in front of about 50 people.
I stopped caring and let it just pout out of my mouth, running down my face onto my clothes.
Needless to say he let me cut in front of him then.
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Something like that happened to me recently at a club in Cherry Hill, NJ called Top Dog.
I had to puke. I had to puke
bad.
I was literally fighting the vomit that was on its's way up when I was walking to the bathroom like Frankenstein. When I came to the door, the bathroom was packed.
There was someone at every urinal and stall. There even was a bathroom attendant that was directing the bathroom traffic. I was eyeballing a big trashcan that was only a short leap away, but I managed to keep the puke in check for a moment. I stood in line for about 20 seconds (but it felt like longer) until I was directed by the attendant to go to the first stall.
I entered the stall and completely spewed my guts into the bowl - a few times. I know every person in that bathroom had to of heard me. I was trying to make it as quiet as possible, but there's only so much you can do.
Through my watering eyes I saw the right shoe of this guy that was using the urinal right on the other side of my stall wall. I noticed a nice spraying of vomit on it - Hey, I got almost all of it in the toilet.
I was waiting to hear, 'What the fuck!?', but he must not have noticed.
I walked out of the stall, trying to look composed, walked over and took the paper towels that the attendant was all ready with, washed my hands, tiped him, and walked out of the bathroom.
My girlfriend wasn't too happy when I came back to the table saying that we had to go home. She just had her first beer.
I'm not usually a puker, but I certainly was that night.
