Yesterday, me n a few mates thought it would be cool to walk to a hungry jacks, order our meal, walk to a park and ate it. Everything was going fine, I was fucking full from eating my ultimate double whopper with extra cheese, when my throat and stomach started to feel sore. Next thing I know I’m puking out my whopper, but not just as puke. You could distinctly recognize the lettuce, beef and cheese swimming in a pool of yellow chunky shit. 10 minutes later the liquid had separated itself from the solids and I thought I was finally starting to feel better. Instead, after having my head down for 15 minutes, the second I lifted it up, the puke came pouring out again, but this time I didn’t have enough time to make it to the ground and just let it go on the seat next to me. This wasn’t a one off puke either, this was te mother. A variety of foods that I had eaten over the past 2 days came pouring out of my stomach in 3 second intervals. In the end, the puke count was at a lovely 7 times and today (being the day after) The worst part about it, the walk home. At this point, two of my friends had gone to the shops near the hungry jacks (which I was totally unaware of considering the fact that I had gone to sleep on the grass.) When they got back, we had to walk all the way back to one of my mate’s house where I fell asleep on his bros bed.
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