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I've decided to start a thread where us kiwis can talk about our food poisoning experiences. I was inspired to make this thread because my most recent order at wingstop made me throw up all over my dick. I will generally eat anything that is not poisonous. However, because of my "Fuck it, ill give it a try" approach to food, I have experienced food poison more than a few times.
I have a few more if anyone is interested, including:
The time I ruined a $2000 Persian carpet.
"Can you eat it?", the game that defined my childhood.
The Elder Cheese That Sings Dark Hymns.
It was summer, I was 14. Everything began on a Saturday night.
My mother's weird friend from church (who is a total lolcow) had dropped off a bag of apricots, along with whatever MLM vitamin scam she was shilling that month. Sunday morning rolls around, and I get up at 5:00 Am in order to devote myself to the most important thing in my life at the time: Halo: Reach. I had awoken at that ungodly hour because I was being forced to attend some all day (9am to 9pm) jesus convention that was in town, and I didn't want to miss out on XP from the daily challenges. I snag a couple apricots out of the fridge and ate them as quickly as possible.
After about an hour, I had begun to feel dizzy.
By 7:30 it felt like an adult possum on methamphetamine had decided to peacefully protest inside my fucking stomach.
For some reason, my mother assumed that I was making it up in order to stay home. After much eventually she decided that she would come back during lunch in order to drag me off to christ-con. Five minutes after she left, it started.
I vomited twice in quick succession into the large mixing bowl I was holding. As I as bracing for number 3, I was hit with a case of the "Oh fucks", I had to shit like a hurricane. I dropped the bowl as carefully as I could and began to sprint as fast as goddamn possible in the direction of the bathroom, trying to hold back the torrents of liquid death that were fighting to escape both ends of me.
I was almost there, I could see the toilet. Victory looked certain, Operation: Don't shit your pants was going to be a success. Unfortunately for me (along with my pants and parts of the carpet), I had failed to register an environmental hazard: An errant sock that was laying in my path. As soon as I stepped on that slippery bastard, I knew it was over.
I felt myself fall in slow motion, and as soon as my back hit the ground, I exploded. Projectile vomit erupted out of my nose and mouth, splattering on the wall next to a family photo, transforming it into a horrible homage to Jackson pollock . Whilst I was doing a bang up impression of Regan from the exorcist, I was also exploding from my ass with such force that I had in fact, shit THOUGH my pants and onto the carpet. I picked myself up and staggered into the shower, leaving a human shaped outline made out of bodily fluids in the carpet.
I puked 19 more time ( I kept count) before passing out in the shower. I awoke several hours later (Still covered in vomit) to my mother screaming bloody murder, She barged into the bathroom and demanded answers:
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??"
"I told you, I was sick"
My mother's weird friend from church (who is a total lolcow) had dropped off a bag of apricots, along with whatever MLM vitamin scam she was shilling that month. Sunday morning rolls around, and I get up at 5:00 Am in order to devote myself to the most important thing in my life at the time: Halo: Reach. I had awoken at that ungodly hour because I was being forced to attend some all day (9am to 9pm) jesus convention that was in town, and I didn't want to miss out on XP from the daily challenges. I snag a couple apricots out of the fridge and ate them as quickly as possible.
After about an hour, I had begun to feel dizzy.
By 7:30 it felt like an adult possum on methamphetamine had decided to peacefully protest inside my fucking stomach.
For some reason, my mother assumed that I was making it up in order to stay home. After much eventually she decided that she would come back during lunch in order to drag me off to christ-con. Five minutes after she left, it started.
I vomited twice in quick succession into the large mixing bowl I was holding. As I as bracing for number 3, I was hit with a case of the "Oh fucks", I had to shit like a hurricane. I dropped the bowl as carefully as I could and began to sprint as fast as goddamn possible in the direction of the bathroom, trying to hold back the torrents of liquid death that were fighting to escape both ends of me.
I was almost there, I could see the toilet. Victory looked certain, Operation: Don't shit your pants was going to be a success. Unfortunately for me (along with my pants and parts of the carpet), I had failed to register an environmental hazard: An errant sock that was laying in my path. As soon as I stepped on that slippery bastard, I knew it was over.
I felt myself fall in slow motion, and as soon as my back hit the ground, I exploded. Projectile vomit erupted out of my nose and mouth, splattering on the wall next to a family photo, transforming it into a horrible homage to Jackson pollock . Whilst I was doing a bang up impression of Regan from the exorcist, I was also exploding from my ass with such force that I had in fact, shit THOUGH my pants and onto the carpet. I picked myself up and staggered into the shower, leaving a human shaped outline made out of bodily fluids in the carpet.
I puked 19 more time ( I kept count) before passing out in the shower. I awoke several hours later (Still covered in vomit) to my mother screaming bloody murder, She barged into the bathroom and demanded answers:
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??"
"I told you, I was sick"
I have a few more if anyone is interested, including:
The time I ruined a $2000 Persian carpet.
"Can you eat it?", the game that defined my childhood.
The Elder Cheese That Sings Dark Hymns.