jackolantern
VIP Member
I've hit a new low. Tommy was lying face down on my chest and vomited all over my neck, I mean bad enough in itself right? Well let me tell you I panicked because these days I have more chins than is socially decent to count and my neck rolls could rival that of Ursula. So, I knew gravity wasn't my friend here and I was about to have some serious sick roll storage. I was frantically trying to find his bib for moppage, while condensing my rolls like an accordian and FOR SOME INSANE REASON I held the vomit overlord above my head. Turns out the movement and stomach pressure meant my ordeal wasn't quite over. Did he vomit on my face you ask? No.
He
vomited
in
my
MOUTH.
So naturally, I heaved and projectiled it back out of my mouth, so now not only do I have sick in my neck. I have twice brewed sick.
Tommy, you have out Tommy'd yourself son.
He
vomited
in
my
MOUTH.
So naturally, I heaved and projectiled it back out of my mouth, so now not only do I have sick in my neck. I have twice brewed sick.
Tommy, you have out Tommy'd yourself son.