as they drew closer and karen saw the vomit, she had an idea. five minutes later, the pompous jerk was only too glad to hail her a cab for her before she vomited on his expensive armani suit. karen thanked her college acting classes as she let the taxi take her away.
night fell. the streets filled with people out for the nightlife. the vomit was harder to see in the dark, making it more susceptible to being stepped in.
around midnight, a group of intoxicated college students walked up the sidewalk, on their way home from the bars. one of them was beginning to feel a bit sick, but he gallantly held it in, remembering how much his friends had made fun of him when he had puked the night before--and after only eight beers! it was shameful. just then, he began to notice a foul smell. everyone else noticed it too.
'ewww, randy, it's your puke from last night!'
'look, you can see carrots in it--remember those carrots in salad at dinner?'
'gross, it's been sitting here all day!'
poor randy couldn't take it anymore, but luckily he made it to a trash can first. as he sat on the sidewalk, bracing himself for a bout of teasing, one of his friends said quietly, 'that sure was a good night, wasn't it?'
everyone else, trying not to follow in randy's footsteps, smiled queasily at the memory. one of them helped randy up.
'yeah. it sure was.'
the next day, the vomit was gone. there were few people who remembered that it had ever been there, and even fewer who remembered it with a smile.
well, that was my vomit story. it's the most recent story i've written, and it took me an hour to write. and when lindsey read it, she said it was brilliant and told me to put it on the site. so if you didn't like this story, then it's her fault. yell at her. if you did like it, let me know! sign the guestbook or email linz.
--laura
p.s. you may have noticed that, while i gave in to lindsey and took out the capitals, she couldn't make me relinquish the punctuation. i'm an english major, after all.
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