Comments on: Barf http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/ It's like reality TV. Except it's real. And there's no TV. Fri, 04 Mar 2022 03:21:11 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9 hourly 1 By: M.S. http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-472253 M.S. Thu, 07 Jan 2010 22:21:18 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-472253 Yeah I was exaggerating throughout the whole story though I did puke about 7 times after re-reading it and there was a lot of vomit in my story though most of it was exaggeration one kid really did vomit for about 30 minutes straight. He had a VERY weak stomach.... Yeah I was exaggerating throughout the whole story though I did puke about 7 times after re-reading it and there was a lot of vomit in my story though most of it was exaggeration one kid really did vomit for about 30 minutes straight. He had a VERY weak stomach….

]]> By: barfluvr http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-463292 barfluvr Thu, 22 Oct 2009 20:59:53 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-463292 ok, i was in kindergarten, and we were reviewing all our letters, right? and all of a sudden, my head gets all heavy, and i start to feel really hot. I start to raise my hand to tell my teacher, but then i remember that, just the day before, the teacher had told us if we felt sick just before lunch, we were probably just hungry. (its just before lunch. like 5 minutes till) so i don't say anything. i'm sitting there wanting to die, when suddenly my stomach goes from hurting and feeling like it weighs 900 lbs to all light and swimmy. before i know it, i've thrown up all over my desk! i can't stop puking, so i can't breathe and i'm turning bright red. all the other kids are staring at me, and i finally stop hurling. by then, the nurse is there. and, of course, just as she's bending down to clean me up, the feeling comes back and next thing i knw, more of my pancakes are on her shoes! ok, i was in kindergarten, and we were reviewing all our letters, right? and all of a sudden, my head gets all heavy, and i start to feel really hot. I start to raise my hand to tell my teacher, but then i remember that, just the day before, the teacher had told us if we felt sick just before lunch, we were probably just hungry. (its just before lunch. like 5 minutes till) so i don’t say anything. i’m sitting there wanting to die, when suddenly my stomach goes from hurting and feeling like it weighs 900 lbs to all light and swimmy. before i know it, i’ve thrown up all over my desk! i can’t stop puking, so i can’t breathe and i’m turning bright red. all the other kids are staring at me, and i finally stop hurling. by then, the nurse is there. and, of course, just as she’s bending down to clean me up, the feeling comes back and next thing i knw, more of my pancakes are on her shoes!

]]> By: gabriella http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-442341 gabriella Sun, 28 Jun 2009 03:19:48 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-442341 bbbbbbbbblllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeggggggggggggghbhhhhhh! i was just about to write my story and burped and barfed out mucus! bbbbbbbbblllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeggggggggggggghbhhhhhh!
i was just about to write my story and burped and barfed out mucus!

]]> By: alex http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-440647 alex Tue, 16 Jun 2009 23:24:13 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-440647 m.s if u puked that many times u would hav dehydrated and died that happend to my friend m.s if u puked that many times u would hav dehydrated and died that happend to my friend

]]> By: M. S. http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-414466 M. S. Tue, 11 Nov 2008 19:43:35 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-414466 I puked 500 times after re-reading my story. I puked 500 times after re-reading my story.

]]> By: M. S. http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-414465 M. S. Tue, 11 Nov 2008 19:41:57 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-414465 I have a story that is so unbelievable! Once my best friends were at my house sleeping over with two of the guys girlfriends. We were only 12 so we were dumb little kids so we stuffed ourselves well. Way past well. My parents had a lot of money so we had 47 garbage cans, 4 dumpsters outside, 3 bathtubs and 2 showers. We had a few buckets in the garage. I ate 2 waffles, 7 hotdogs, an entire salmon, one box of mozzarella sticks, 78 cookies, an huge apple, 3 bowls of applesauce, and drank one glass of milk, water, and orange, apple, and cranberry juice. Some of my buddies ate double. Suddenly I felt dizzy and dazed so I went to sit down. Halfway there I passed out. My friends were not looking, still eating. A few minutes later I woke up, remembering my parents were out for the weekend. I got up and felt like I was going to puke, so I ran to one garbage can and stood there. I zoned out and almost lost consciousness again. The thing that stopped me was when I barfed for an entire 10 minutes straight. Halfway finished my friend saw me and threw up inside another garbage can. When I saw him I puked again 4 more times. One kid walked up to his girlfriend and was about to kiss her but tossed his cookies and chicken and waffles and everything else on her. She fainted and threw up sleeping. Soon everyone was puking everywhere! I filled up 7 trash cans and ran outside to one dumpster. Then, I filled it up! I ran to another and filled up two more. With one left, I filled it about three quarters way, then fainted. The nauseous feeling woke me and I filled up the other quarter way of the last dumpster. I did not know I could puke so much! I received another lovely package of nausea and hurled until my stomach ached. I got knocked out onto the chair and woke up an hour later. The smell was putrid. One kid puked for 45 minutes at least. I dashed to the bathtub and filled it up. I overflowed it and it came to my kneecaps. Then my stomach heaved when a fat pickle floated by. I felt horrible and knew this was the last vomit I was going to do. My mouth opened and I ran outside before anything was going to spill out. When I got to my steps I watched as vomit squirted out of me. I watched all of the chunks fly out down the road. I did not stop for at least seven hours and finally stopped. Then I ate a cookie by accident and threw up 12 more times. I managed to get everyone out of the house. We took the blankets that were dry and clean and pillows too. We camped out on the porch, some in the basement and some slept outside in a tent. I left the empty garbage cans, 10 in each room or place to sleep. I got up twice to use a trash can and hurled 34 more times. After the 34th time, I collapsed onto my sleeping bag and had dry heaves all the next morning. I have a story that is so unbelievable! Once my best friends were at my house sleeping over with two of the guys girlfriends. We were only 12 so we were dumb little kids so we stuffed ourselves well. Way past well. My parents had a lot of money so we had 47 garbage cans, 4 dumpsters outside, 3 bathtubs and 2 showers. We had a few buckets in the garage.
I ate 2 waffles, 7 hotdogs, an entire salmon, one box of mozzarella sticks, 78 cookies, an huge apple, 3 bowls of applesauce, and drank one glass of milk, water, and orange, apple, and cranberry juice. Some of my buddies ate double.
Suddenly I felt dizzy and dazed so I went to sit down. Halfway there I passed out. My friends were not looking, still eating. A few minutes later I woke up, remembering my parents were out for the weekend. I got up and felt like I was going to puke, so I ran to one garbage can and stood there. I zoned out and almost lost consciousness again. The thing that stopped me was when I barfed for an entire 10 minutes straight. Halfway finished my friend saw me and threw up inside another garbage can. When I saw him I puked again 4 more times. One kid walked up to his girlfriend and was about to kiss her but tossed his cookies and chicken and waffles and everything else on her. She fainted and threw up sleeping. Soon everyone was puking everywhere! I filled up 7 trash cans and ran outside to one dumpster. Then, I filled it up! I ran to another and filled up two more. With one left, I filled it about three quarters way, then fainted. The nauseous feeling woke me and I filled up the other quarter way of the last dumpster. I did not know I could puke so much! I received another lovely package of nausea and hurled until my stomach ached. I got knocked out onto the chair and woke up an hour later. The smell was putrid. One kid puked for 45 minutes at least. I dashed to the bathtub and filled it up. I overflowed it and it came to my kneecaps. Then my stomach heaved when a fat pickle floated by. I felt horrible and knew this was the last vomit I was going to do. My mouth opened and I ran outside before anything was going to spill out. When I got to my steps I watched as vomit squirted out of me. I watched all of the chunks fly out down the road. I did not stop for at least seven hours and finally stopped. Then I ate a cookie by accident and threw up 12 more times. I managed to get everyone out of the house. We took the blankets that were dry and clean and pillows too. We camped out on the porch, some in the basement and some slept outside in a tent. I left the empty garbage cans, 10 in each room or place to sleep. I got up twice to use a trash can and hurled 34 more times. After the 34th time, I collapsed onto my sleeping bag and had dry heaves all the next morning.

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]]> By: cruaodctik http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-20041 cruaodctik Wed, 13 Jun 2007 20:22:14 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-20041 Hello! Good Site! Thanks you! dmjlmkwdsdgbl Hello! Good Site! Thanks you! dmjlmkwdsdgbl

]]> By: nollij http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-6323 nollij Wed, 28 Mar 2007 09:09:39 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-6323 Well, I've got another to add to the list, mainly b/c it happened just a couple of days ago. Now mind you, all the incidents I mentioned in my previous post are pretty old history (the one about my wife is over 3 years old at this point, and the one about me with the Sangria is... well, a little over 4 years ago. I came home the other day from work, and my sweet wife had made dinner fit for a king: filet mignon, broccolli, artichoke and the tastiest almond-meal-banana-&-dried-cherry bread I'd ever eaten. The filet was a little too rare for my taste (i.e. uncooked), but I was starving and it TASTED fine. She even warned me that they might not be cooked enough (she'd already eater hers) I don't know what got us, but I suspect the undercooked steak was the culprit. We retired early that evening (around 10pm) and around 2 am she woke up and ran to the bathroom and puked, then turned around and had diarrhea. I missed all that completely. At 6:45am, I woke up feeling quite ill, headed to the bathroom and TRIED to throw up. I thought puking wasn't supposed to be difficult (well, at least I thought your body was just supposed to... kind of DO it. That's the way I remembered it at least from the Sangria incident). Not this time. It took 3 visits, roughly 20-30 minutes apart before anything would come up. It hurt. There was little fluid and way too much solid, and the color... oh the color. It felt like the alien foetus coming out of me, but instead of breaking through the walls of my stomach, it was clawing it's way back up my throat dragging bits of my entrails with it in it's claws. It didn't stop until about 3pm, so just over 9 hours of intermittent puking and diarrhea. More than once I wondered whether I was screaming or vomiting, as the sounds coming from my throat were leaving my throat hoarse, and not from the stomach acids, more like when you scream your head off at a rock concert for 2 hours and then walk out, ears ringing, voice sounding like Lin Shaye (Roy's Landlady) from KingPin (1996). When it was all done I swore that I'd been trampled by an elephant herd. My back and neck were badly thrown out and every joint in my body hurt like they'd been filled with battery acid. My head felt like someone had filled it with napalm and sand and I wasn't sure which feeling was worse; the vomiting or the aftermath. I swore several times that day never to eat meat again, but today was Tuesday, that was Friday and the chicken tonight was delicious... Well, I’ve got another to add to the list, mainly b/c it happened just a couple of days ago. Now mind you, all the incidents I mentioned in my previous post are pretty old history (the one about my wife is over 3 years old at this point, and the one about me with the Sangria is… well, a little over 4 years ago. I came home the other day from work, and my sweet wife had made dinner fit for a king: filet mignon, broccolli, artichoke and the tastiest almond-meal-banana-&-dried-cherry bread I’d ever eaten. The filet was a little too rare for my taste (i.e. uncooked), but I was starving and it TASTED fine. She even warned me that they might not be cooked enough (she’d already eater hers) I don’t know what got us, but I suspect the undercooked steak was the culprit. We retired early that evening (around 10pm) and around 2 am she woke up and ran to the bathroom and puked, then turned around and had diarrhea. I missed all that completely. At 6:45am, I woke up feeling quite ill, headed to the bathroom and TRIED to throw up. I thought puking wasn’t supposed to be difficult (well, at least I thought your body was just supposed to… kind of DO it. That’s the way I remembered it at least from the Sangria incident). Not this time. It took 3 visits, roughly 20-30 minutes apart before anything would come up. It hurt. There was little fluid and way too much solid, and the color… oh the color. It felt like the alien foetus coming out of me, but instead of breaking through the walls of my stomach, it was clawing it’s way back up my throat dragging bits of my entrails with it in it’s claws. It didn’t stop until about 3pm, so just over 9 hours of intermittent puking and diarrhea. More than once I wondered whether I was screaming or vomiting, as the sounds coming from my throat were leaving my throat hoarse, and not from the stomach acids, more like when you scream your head off at a rock concert for 2 hours and then walk out, ears ringing, voice sounding like Lin Shaye (Roy’s Landlady) from KingPin (1996). When it was all done I swore that I’d been trampled by an elephant herd. My back and neck were badly thrown out and every joint in my body hurt like they’d been filled with battery acid. My head felt like someone had filled it with napalm and sand and I wasn’t sure which feeling was worse; the vomiting or the aftermath. I swore several times that day never to eat meat again, but today was Tuesday, that was Friday and the chicken tonight was delicious…

]]> By: jt http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/comment-page-2/#comment-3078 jt Wed, 21 Feb 2007 16:06:22 +0000 http://www.fatcyclist.com/2007/02/16/barf/#comment-3078 Ok, ok, here is my biking / barfing story: When I really got into mountain biking heavily, racing etc, I still had several good friends who rode a little, but not enough to be in good shape. On an off weekend, I wanted a recovery ride and asked several to join and have some fun. So my old college room mate and a couple others want to go, and we headed out to the trailhead. On the 40 minute drive, 'college roommate' drinks a huge fountain coke for energy. Bad idea. Ride starts, and about 20 minutes in, there is a short but very steep climb - granny all the way. I get to the top and wait, wait, wait more. I have to pee, so relax and relieve myself on side of trail. My buddy comes up eventually - pushing the bike, vomits violently all over the place, and before I can say anything, lies down in my puddle of urine. Priceless! Ok, ok, here is my biking / barfing story: When I really got into mountain biking heavily, racing etc, I still had several good friends who rode a little, but not enough to be in good shape. On an off weekend, I wanted a recovery ride and asked several to join and have some fun. So my old college room mate and a couple others want to go, and we headed out to the trailhead. On the 40 minute drive, ‘college roommate’ drinks a huge fountain coke for energy. Bad idea. Ride starts, and about 20 minutes in, there is a short but very steep climb – granny all the way. I get to the top and wait, wait, wait more. I have to pee, so relax and relieve myself on side of trail. My buddy comes up eventually – pushing the bike, vomits violently all over the place, and before I can say anything, lies down in my puddle of urine. Priceless!

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