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Strange place to chunder

Jabbawolf

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There’s some chat about this on another thread, but where was your most inappropriate chunder.

Mine was at Kilworth Springs golf club after a big session the night before - it was roasting, being jolted around in a buggy, and trying desperately to keep things down - lasted until the 17th, where I rolled my putt in, and ran straight to the lake behind the green, and barfed everything inside me up for the fish to munch on - not my finest sporting memory.
 
Not sure about innapropriate, but certainly the most memorable.

On the beach at Asilah on the Morroccan Atlantic coast - arrived at 11pm at Tangier airport (aged 20) on holiday for a group desert tour, bussed out to the holiday village complex down the coast that was our base for the first & last few days to find that the previous group had trashed the accomodation so there was nowhere to sleep.

Everyone onto the beach, but the half bottle of scotch & a litre of coke I had managed to get past the armed guards at the airport did for me overnight (& 2 of the group were taken away to have their haircut as long hair was verboten & as this was in the early 70's all of us were under threat). Fortunately the Atlantic ocean was not far away so there was somewhere to get rid of it.

Surprisingly felt fine after that though can't remember all of that holiday especially the 3 day party in Marrakech when the tour groups met up towards then end of our stay :)
 
Wow, there's a few to choose from;

Right outside Orlando Int'l Airport. I'm not great with flights and when the heat hit. Boom.

Inside Disney Village - The only place in Disney without any actual rides to be sick on.

Picasso's nightclub. My mate John and I took ownership of some shoplifted vodka, drank a fair whack of it and got into Picasso's early. Walked in, sat at the edge of the dance floor and projectile vomited all over the place. I had the presence of mind to bolt but John got blamed for the lot and barred. I also puked liberally on the bus on the way home.

Inside Seaworld at the Shamu thingy, but that was sunstroke.

During my current weigh loss kick, I walked up to Baggeridge in the heat and puked and shat in the bushes/wooded area. That may have been this week. Plenty of big leaves about.
 
The Algarve. Rented a villa which was next to a building site. On the way back one night from the corner Cocktail Bar where I had worked my way down the Cocktail list, I ran up this mound of rubble shouting ' Get down, the Japs are coming ' next thing, there was a multi coloured river of cocktails running down the mound. Felt a bit sorry for the workers the next morning who were moving some of the rubble, unfortunately by hand.

PPB at her finest.
 
I haven't puked up for years. The last one I remember was in Orlando, we went out with the staff from the hotel we were staying in and after a skinful of beer they started on Jager bombs. I had a few then lit a fag and the first drag just made me chuck straight away. We had to go somewhere else.

Time before that was Boxing Day 2000 after the Preston game. We were in the Town Hall Tavern and three of us had broke off and sat at the bar drinking whisky, I was on Glennfiddich but they were drinking Jack Daniels and that stuff makes me sick just smelling it. I went for a piss as we were going somewhere else and when I got back they'd bought another round of shots, said we'd neck them and move on. They gave me the wrong one, I necked the JD and did the most impressive puke I've ever done. It hit the bar that hard it sprayed all over the fridges and shelves and everything. All over the pulls and everywhere, I was proper proud. That made John Hill puke as we fucked off laughing but he just got it all down his jeans and had to go home.
 
Oh and in a bin outside Dave and Buster's in Jacksonville after my gaffer got me smashed on Bombay Sapphire Martinis. Fucking hell that was a bad one.
 
Damon's restaurant in Lincoln,works Christmas do,we'd been given the day off had a few ciders and then for some reason I'd got 1/4 way through a litre bottle of absinthe,got into Damon's,got to the table,had a few more ciders,restaurant filled up,it got really warm turned to the bosses wife and said " it's really warm in here,I feel a bit...." And then threw up all over her
 
The best one I ever saw was my mate John and I swear I'm not making this up, he'd never had a missus and in the Venue one night he was talking to this girl and we were all well impressed. He was standing by the bloke's toilets and we were by the dancefloor watching him when he put his hand to his mouth and let it fly, it sprayed through his fingers and she took the lot square in the face. I think I actually pissed myself laughing, I know I couldn't get up off the floor for ages.
 
Few years ago was asked to go to a customer in Michigan with the owner of a sort company we use at our factory
After about an 11 hour drive. Checked into the hotel dropped bags off and he said let's go to the casino. I didn't have much money on me but I agreed.
He's a little heavy set and began drinking 1 for him 1 for me. Jack Fire and Fireball. Trying not to loose face I tried to keep up. Didn't happen. I went to the loo for a piss and fell asleep knees on floor in the toilet. He came and got me like an hour later. Stumbled outside and I leant my head
On a stone pillar as it was cold. I chucked my lungs up that night.
As a way of saying 'sorry' he gave me half of his winnings! $400 in cash of which I brought him a bottle of Fireball. We still talk about it every now and then
 
Best one I've ever seen was my flatmate at uni. We had decided to go to a lecture stoned for some reason, about half way through she went completely green and spewed into the hood of the boy sat in front of her.

She also spewed into a mug at the hairdresser's the day after her 21st birthday party. Classy.

Can't recall any particularly spectacular ones of mine. Very rarely takes me by surprise, usually manage to get myself somewhere discreet before all hell breaks loose.

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In the porch/entrance to a Chicago Rock in Burton. I was hammered and like a prick had three drinks on the go, Pint Of Lager, Malibu + Coke, plus a bottle of WKD.

I suddenly feel the urge to hurl coming on so sprint for the exit. I only just made it past the two guys on the door before emptying my stomach right outside on the floor. I legged it from the bouncers, and my mates said they never saw me again that night. To this day I still don't remember anything after that or even how I got home.
 
21st birthday, workmates took me out, at this time I hardly drank at all so was in a bit of a state. We go back to my mates house for a nightcap and as I couldn't really stand, I sat on the sofa......my mates missus remarked, "he doesn't look very well.....he better not puke on my brand new 3 piece sui.....BASTARD, get him out of my house"
Managed to get to work next day to be told by my boss to fuck off home.
Only managed to eat half round of dry toast over the next few days
 
21st birthday

21st birthday memories (though I wasn't actually sick on that) - some of my friends had been with me in Morroco the previous year & started drinking wine as the water was dodgy & the beer undrinkable so got a load in.

No one else touched it and when they had left Brian, Derek & I did. We were all too far gone to get back up the stairs so just slept in the lounge. Only problem was that my Dad had agreed to drive them back to the A30 to hitch back to Southampton at 9 am the next morning. To this day I know that Derek has no idea how he got delivered back home later that day.
 
Over the landlord of the western on my way out of the door on the way to a game.
 
Did you make the game?

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