Most embarrasing puking moment?

[Goring Gull]

I have couple of contenders funnily enough all booze related -

1- After the Albion had played at Orient one year think we won 2-1 with Darren Freeman getting goal on tube back after bolting down a pint to quick pulled up at a station not sure which one had to stick my head out of the opening doors and vomit onto the platform in front of a load of people waiting to get on - had to hang my head in shame after that one.

2- After a particularly heavy session the night before i'd agreed to meet some mates in WOrthing town centre the next lunchtime = feeling pretty rough i'd forced down a Macdonalds but you know how sometimes they "don't sit right in the stomach" i ended up throwing up into the road on chapel road in front of loads of Xmas shoppers. With soem girls walking past saying "that's nice"

3- The other one would be when i was 18 and i'd fancied a girl for ages plucked up the courage to ask her out and to my surpised she had agreed to go out for a drink. Decided to go to Hotshots in Brighton but i'd wound myself up about it so much my stomach was turning like a washing machine. we met up i got the drinks in but my stomach was still knottted up i could hardly get my drink down. We then went to move onto the next pub but my stomach would not hold it in anymore - as we headed for the door i rushed off without telling her into the loo threw up everywhere then i must have emerged about 10 mins later eyes watering and sweating profusely. I then made some half hearted excuse about been dying for a wee and rushing off and spent the rest of the evening trying to not get to near her in case by breath stank of puke. I think she thought i wasn't that intrested in her after that and that was that.

 

[Barrel of Fun]

A job interview in North London. I am particularly sensitive to artificial heat and happened to have a heater pointed at me, in reception. I wasn't feeling to grand, due to a 21st birthday party the night before and whilst I announced my name, I promptly vomited into my hands and bade them a god day. Never to be seen again.

To be fair, I didn't want that job anyway.

 

[brighton_girl87]

A job interview in North London. I am particularly sensitive to artificial heat and happened to have a heater pointed at me, in reception. I wasn't feeling to grand, due to a 21st birthday party the night before and whilst I announced my name, I promptly vomited into my hands and bade them a god day. Never to be seen again.

To be fair, I didn't want that job anyway.

Brilliant

 

[Herr Tubthumper]

I was 19, and was chatting up this posh horsey girl from Kingston I'd fancied for ages in a night club. It was going well for about 20 minutes until I turned around and threw up the curry and umpteen lagers I'd had prior to the club. She didn't seem keen on talking to me after that.

 

[JamesAndTheGiantHead]

Visiting a mate whilst at Uni, we had discovered the practice of 'minesweeping' a few years prior, and having very little money, pinched as many drinks as we could get away with. While out in Guilford one night and queuing for a club, I hit the jackpot, a nearly full bottle of red. In an effort to save time and seem less suspicious, I downed most of it in a couple of mouthfuls. Needless to say, apon reaching the bottom of the bottle, I swallowed 3 cigarette butts, which instantly induced horrific vomiting in front of around a hundred people.

Strangely, I was denied access to that particular club.

 

[Motogull]

Family members kindly put me up for the night when down on a stag do. Woke up at something o'clock with proper abdominal helicopters going on. I've prided myself on always making it to the bog, but it was pitch black and I was completely disorientated. I knocked stuff over and opened what felt like a dozen cupboard doors before panic crept in. Luckily I could make out the outline to the window. They were later to admit to hearing the whole thing and finding it rather amusing.

 

[DavidWatts]

Lunchtime with clients in Houston, after a particularly heavy night. Luckily made it to the toilet, but they all knew what had just happened.

 

[arkan]

Was in a heaving pub in London (the Intrepid Fox..before it moved....its a 'rock' pub for those that dont know)
Had a few too many and i was egged on to have a shot of aftershock. My one rule is not to fool around with tequila, sambucca or aftershock because it will just make me ill. So the fool i am had this shot of cinnamon aftershock, before it even reached my stomach my insides where all over the bar, just missing the rather attractive bar girl. Everyone just staring at me. It was like a wester film when everyone just stopped and stared.
I walked out without trying to make any eye contact at all. It was awful.

 

[Barrel of Fun]

Visiting a mate whilst at Uni, we had discovered the practice of 'minesweeping' a few years prior, and having very little money, pinched as many drinks as we could get away with. While out in Guilford one night and queuing for a club, I hit the jackpot, a nearly full bottle of red. In an effort to save time and seem less suspicious, I downed most of it in a couple of mouthfuls. Needless to say, apon reaching the bottom of the bottle, I swallowed 3 cigarette butts, which instantly induced horrific vomiting in front of around a hundred people.

Strangely, I was denied access to that particular club.

I did something similar at a houseparty. Downed what looked like a tasty (remaining) half bottle of wine and ended up with a fag butt in my mouth. Thanfully, I lived nextdoor, so the ramifications of said imbibing was within the confounds of my house. f***ing grim though, finding something at the bottom.

 

[skipper734]

A long time ago, one of my boat owners took delivery of a new yacht. after sailing it a bit to make sure everything worked, a few of the crew decided to convince the owner that a quick jolly to France would be a good idea before the racing season started at Easter.
Wives and girlfriends were invited and it was decided that each of the Ladies would cook a meal that could be reheated over the three or four days we would be away.
In the nature of these things as we left the Marina the wind was blowing hard from the south-west and with the wind-chill it was close to freezing. This left four or five of the regulars on deck and the rest below lying in bunks or throwing up into buckets.
The ladies had all stacked their meal offerings which were in Tupperware boxes in the oven or cool-box, it was a racing boat so didn't have a fridge. I noticed one of the male guests bending over the sink and apparently reading the Argus, he was tuning the pages and appeared to be scanning them. I thought to myself, he's tough as he didn't seem to be having seasickness problems, as he should have been the boat was bouncing around all over the place.
When the Ladies had presented their meal offerings, this guys wife had made a Chilli and apologised because the lid had a few holes in it where the Dog had chewed it. Shouldn't be a problem.
I watched the Guy reading the paper and then realised he was throwing up into the pages, every time he was sick he screwed the page up and put it in the bin. So far so good, but by the last page it was getting a bit soggy and leaking into the sink. Still not a problem except that the Chilli container with the holes in the lid was underneath this liquid puke.
I just put the word around that the Chilly was a no go area as it's contents had been livened up with a large measure of vomit.
We arrived safely and had the usual meals ashore with plenty of wine and French cuisine. A couple of days later when it was time to return home, it was just as windy and had got even colder. Snow flurries and then a real snowstorm, lovely.
Three of us were working the boat and I had been driving for some time and needed something to warm me up so I asked one of the guys to put the kettle on and make a hot drink or some soup!
When it arrived in a mug, I swallowed a large mouthful. Sake... He had heated up the chilly. Still I was cold and it was warming so I finished it.
A couple of hours later after having an afternoon nap I woke up and......had to rush to the toilet. Heads in Racing yachts are not designed for privacy, this one did at least have a curtain and there was a fair old draught blowing through the boat, and most of the people either wanted to die or were asleep, which was good as I also had to make use of a handy bucket. I was leaking at both ends.
It was obviously a good clear out as later when we approached the Isle of Wight, the wind dropped, the Sun came out and everyone came up on deck and told their near death stories and laid about in the sunshine and all was right with the world.

 

[SeagullTim]

Kicked out of a bar on West Street and went into the G Casino to sober up on some soft drinks. Ended up chundering all over one of the electronic roulette machines and splashed on to the woman next to me. 6 month ban and an embarasssing walk out of the place.

 

[luke17]

Remember going on a session when Mansfield beat us in the FA Cup a few seasons back after meeting at 9am the beers were flowing nicely when i felt a bit peckish and saw a sausage roll lying on the floor i picked up the sausage roll took one bite and chundered all over the place.
A fellow poster on here who i won't name puked all over the place on a packed train on the way to Reading for the opening game of the season after a night of drinking cloudy cider
I always find after a good chunder it makes you feel 10x's better.

 

[NMH]

Carnaval in Bahia, Brazil.
It was growing a bit tiring by the 4th night of partying, and I'd met these two very nice classy lasses who were up from Sao Paulo.
They were a little stoic though, albeit dressed in Arabian belly-dancing outfits which looked rather lovely, veils and everything, tanned tummies and lovely legs. Still, being glued to anyone at Carnaval is a no-no, and on the 4th night I came across the most astonishing black girl - one of the more stunning creatures I had ever witnessed. So, without any use of the Portuguese language, I revealed to her my passionate interest - exuding and effusive, but all in English. She got the picture anyway.
A couteous and respectful taxi drive to her home (as she was a local I think), a kiss and arranged to see her the next night, which was the last night of Carnaval - always a blowout hellbent affair.
With the lads and ladies of our group of friends, we all got started early dancing and rollocking round on the beach, with football and music, and the open 'electric bus' that cruised along the streets with a band on the top playing furiously.
By evening I was baked, and half-baked as well. The whisky bottle got passed around, and I think something called 'Cashasa'. Then a bit of a cigarette thing, fat rollup with some kind of vegetation inside, followed by a small vial of perfume that - when you sniffed it - sent the inside of your head into a freakin' ping-pong at a thousand feet a second. Outrageous.
Well, by the time I got to the Carnaval club I'd already punished myself enough...but of course you have to drink the cervezas or what are you doing otherwise? A few bottles later and I was beyond.... hit the raging wall and slid to the floor in a pile.

Up she comes, done up to the nines, looking incredible and straight to me there on the floor...seemingly telling me how she liked my eyes!
I could barely see, let alone make my eyes look in one direction for as much as a second. The walls were reeling, my balance was zero and it was all up for me, from there.
Sensibly, they had a hospital set up for such injuries! A nurse kept me conscious, made me breathe into a paper bag, chuck up if possible, and drink water. I laid flat out while she attended to me - almost exclusively I think - until the party was pretty-much done and dusted.
She...the nurse... was my guardian angel that night - but what an idiot, lost out on the amazing vision of beauty I'd encountered the night before, for the sake of being as excessive as possible to keep with the Carnaval tradition.

I know all about "the one that got away" fisherman's stories, where it's always the biggest fish they'd ever seen and it slipped the hook - but I'm still kicking myself about that one.
What a TWAT

 

[Durlston]

Did a weekend in Lincoln a few years ago and we were in a bar before getting ready to go to a nightclub. I'd had quite a lot to drink already and had a couple of pills on me so took them there and then with vodka and orange. E is disgusting to swallow at the best of times as they're dirty and made in some shabby warehouse in Eastern Europe. The first one was ok but the second I threw up all over the floor where we were sitting and orange juice went everywhere, making the carpet soaked and noticeably yellow. Luckily hardly anyone noticed. A couple of hours later when I felt amazing I was kissing a girl with the taste of vomit still in my mouth.

 

[Durlston]

A job interview in North London. I am particularly sensitive to artificial heat and happened to have a heater pointed at me, in reception. I wasn't feeling to grand, due to a 21st birthday party the night before and whilst I announced my name, I promptly vomited into my hands and bade them a god day. Never to be seen again.

To be fair, I didn't want that job anyway.

That has to be the best.