Going too far
So we had some people over the other night, and the conversation turned, as it inevitably does, to vomit."A bunch of us were watching Prince of Darkness at the 86th Street Loews in New York, on mushrooms, and my friend just stood up and threw up all over himself," my friend Andrew reported. "He kept asking, 'Do I have vomit on me?' and we kept saying, 'Yes, you still do.'"
Jessica was at Miyagi's, a sushi place on the Sunset Strip, when a woman walked into the bathroom where Jessica was and stopped just outside of her stall.
"It was perfectly silent," Jessica said, "and then a white puddle began spreading toward me from under the stall door."
Everyone at the party expressed surprise and admiration for the silent method employed by the unseen regurgitatrix.
"I'm never silent when I throw up," my friend Brian offered.
I thought of the scene in Jaws in which Hooper dissects the tiger shark on the dock and the white contents of its alimentary canal spill out.
"Could you detect anything recognizable?" I asked.
"Oh, that's gross," she said.
I always find myself in situations where my contribution to a conversation started by someone else is considered the inappropriate one.
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by Marty Barrett at Tuesday, October 04, 2005
3 Comments:
yes,history repeats itself again and again...remember suppa table 224 conversations...also...connected to nothing...Jan Hall won the Nobel Prize today!
And if you would ever come to my DAMN shows you could have witnessed the vomit incident first hand, Jack!
Wait a minute ... you're calling yourself Jesse Hammer now?
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