Once saw my brother, as a young man, so pissed he couldn't walk. So we sat him up against a fence. He was mute. So drunk that his speech was ****ed and his body was useless. His head had fallen forward so his chin was resting on his chest.
We could see it coming. His gut was churning and he was about to spray. And out it came, a river of foul coloured, chunky yellow filth. His head didn't move. The spew spread all over his chest and lap. It seemed like he was vomiting buckets of the stuff. Geez it was a good night.
We could see it coming. His gut was churning and he was about to spray. And out it came, a river of foul coloured, chunky yellow filth. His head didn't move. The spew spread all over his chest and lap. It seemed like he was vomiting buckets of the stuff. Geez it was a good night.

