| happy birthday, and here's another lovely story for you. this was when i was sixteen. i came home from work one evening feeling really ill, and soon it was pretty obvious that it was going to be a stuff-emerging from-both-ends situation. so i'm on the toilet attending to, er, one of the ends, when i just know i'm about to throw up. moment of crisis. i'm in the middle of a mental debate about whether it would be better to try and suppress the vomit and finish my toilet activities, or turn round and vomit in the toilet but risk pooing on the floor, when my stomach makes the decision for me and i throw up ALL OVER the bathroom.
my mum then had to clean it all up. she'd just got ready to go out for the evening as well so she had nice clothes on. sorry mum. | 
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