The Perils of Eating or Drinking.

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hipmamajen

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Since we're telling "I vomited up something and it affected me for life" stories...

When I was 6, my sister and I spent the summer in Hawaii with my dad and step-mom. Dad was stationed on Oahu, and we spent a lot of time visiting the various beaches.

We went nearly every weekend day to one beach or another. One morning, I didn't feel very well, but I really wanted to go play in the ocean. My step-mom gave me some Pepto Bismol, and I pretended like I was good to go.

While we were hanging out, I got knocked down by a wave and sort of rolled up onto the beach. Since I already didn't feel well, adding the belly full of salt water and a good tumble was just what I needed to push my tummy over the edge.

I stood up and emptied the contents of my stomach on to the sand. It was a raging torrent of pink spew, and it took me by surprise. While I was finishing up, I saw a little white crab crawl out of my puddle of puke. I freaked out completely!

As an adult, I realize that I probably just tossed my cookies right on to this unfortunate creature. But at the time you I was convinced I had swallowed it while under water, and then I threw up BECAUSE there was a crab skittering around inside me.

We ended up having to go home early that day. Partially because I obviously wasn't well, and partially because I was so weirded out by throwing up a living animal. Who knew what else I'd swallowed, and what was going to come out next? Or NOT come out, which was actually even scarier!
 

FlakeNoir

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Since we're telling "I vomited up something and it affected me for life" stories...

When I was 6, my sister and I spent the summer in Hawaii with my dad and step-mom. Dad was stationed on Oahu, and we spent a lot of time visiting the various beaches.

We went nearly every weekend day to one beach or another. One morning, I didn't feel very well, but I really wanted to go play in the ocean. My step-mom gave me some Pepto Bismol, and I pretended like I was good to go.

While we were hanging out, I got knocked down by a wave and sort of rolled up onto the beach. Since I already didn't feel well, adding the belly full of salt water and a good tumble was just what I needed to push my tummy over the edge.

I stood up and emptied the contents of my stomach on to the sand. It was a raging torrent of pink spew, and it took me by surprise. While I was finishing up, I saw a little white crab crawl out of my puddle of puke. I freaked out completely!

As an adult, I realize that I probably just tossed my cookies right on to this unfortunate creature. But at the time you I was convinced I had swallowed it while under water, and then I threw up BECAUSE there was a crab skittering around inside me.

We ended up having to go home early that day. Partially because I obviously wasn't well, and partially because I was so weirded out by throwing up a living animal. Who knew what else I'd swallowed, and what was going to come out next? Or NOT come out, which was actually even scarier!
:laugh:

You need to be a writer... I would buy your books.
 

not_nadine

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HollyGolightly

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Since we're telling "I vomited up something and it affected me for life" stories...

When I was 6, my sister and I spent the summer in Hawaii with my dad and step-mom. Dad was stationed on Oahu, and we spent a lot of time visiting the various beaches.

We went nearly every weekend day to one beach or another. One morning, I didn't feel very well, but I really wanted to go play in the ocean. My step-mom gave me some Pepto Bismol, and I pretended like I was good to go.

While we were hanging out, I got knocked down by a wave and sort of rolled up onto the beach. Since I already didn't feel well, adding the belly full of salt water and a good tumble was just what I needed to push my tummy over the edge.

I stood up and emptied the contents of my stomach on to the sand. It was a raging torrent of pink spew, and it took me by surprise. While I was finishing up, I saw a little white crab crawl out of my puddle of puke. I freaked out completely!

As an adult, I realize that I probably just tossed my cookies right on to this unfortunate creature. But at the time you I was convinced I had swallowed it while under water, and then I threw up BECAUSE there was a crab skittering around inside me.

We ended up having to go home early that day. Partially because I obviously wasn't well, and partially because I was so weirded out by throwing up a living animal. Who knew what else I'd swallowed, and what was going to come out next? Or NOT come out, which was actually even scarier!
:rofl:
You are so much fun, Jen! I love your stories! Did you tell the grownups that you puked a little crab?
 

mustangclaire

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But they are lovely!! Truly truly lovely! You get them in the freezer isle here. They are ruddy yummy! You guys must have heard of faggots over there... Mr Brain is just the name of the company :)

Back on track, I've always had this strange thought for as long as I can remember, that when I go... I'm going to be choking on food. Perhaps it's because I've always loved food so much, but I reckon when my number is up, food will be involved in some way...
 

hipmamajen

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But they are lovely!! Truly truly lovely! You get them in the freezer isle here. They are ruddy yummy! You guys must have heard of faggots over there... Mr Brain is just the name of the company :)

Back on track, I've always had this strange thought for as long as I can remember, that when I go... I'm going to be choking on food. Perhaps it's because I've always loved food so much, but I reckon when my number is up, food will be involved in some way...

We have the term "faggots" here, but it has nothing to do with food. It's a pejorative term for gay folks. :(

What does it mean when it's used as a food?
 

hipmamajen

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You are so much fun, Jen! I love your stories! Did you tell the grownups that you puked a little crab?

I did! They kept insisting I hadn't thrown up a crab, but I wasn't in a place where I could believe them. I felt really hurt because it scared me, and because instead of taking me right to the hospital to get any other sea creatures out they just sort of chuckled about it and took me home.
 

blunthead

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We have the term "faggots" here, but it has nothing to do with food. It's a pejorative term for gay folks. :(

What does it mean when it's used as a food?
Not endorsing the word's re-materialization from a dormant state, just answering the question...
****** (unit)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A ******, in the meaning of "bundle", is an archaic English unit applied to bundles of certain items. Alternate spellings in Early Modern English include fagate, faget, fagett, faggott, fagot, fagatt, fagott, ffagott, and faggat.[1]

Sometimes called a short ******, a ****** of sticks equals a bundle of wood sticks or billets that is 3 feet (0.91 m) in length and 2 feet (0.61 m) in circumference.[1] The measurement was standardised in ordinances by 1474.[1] A small short ****** was also called a nicket.[2] A brush-****** (sometimes shortened to brush) was a bundle of similar size made of brushwood.[3]

A long ****** of sticks equals a bundle larger than 3 feet (0.91 m) long. In a book on slang used at Winchester College, fire-dogs were fire-baskets which could hold long faggots, and half-faggots were smaller baskets which could only hold a short ******, and were later converted for use with coal.[4] A long ****** was also called a kidd ******.[5] A fascine (or bavin[3]) is a type of long ****** which is approximately 13 to 20 feet (4.0 to 6.1 m) long and 8 to 9 inches (20 to 23 cm) in diameter and used to maintain earthworks such as trenches.[6][7][8]

A ****** was also a unit of weight used to measure iron or steel rods or bars totaling 120 pounds (54 kg).[1]


I assume the package contained food shaped and arranged in sticklike bundles.
 

Neesy

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Not endorsing the word's re-materialization from a dormant state, just answering the question...
****** (unit)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

A ******, in the meaning of "bundle", is an archaic English unit applied to bundles of certain items. Alternate spellings in Early Modern English include fagate, faget, fagett, faggott, fagot, fagatt, fagott, ffagott, and faggat.[1]

Sometimes called a short ******, a ****** of sticks equals a bundle of wood sticks or billets that is 3 feet (0.91 m) in length and 2 feet (0.61 m) in circumference.[1] The measurement was standardised in ordinances by 1474.[1] A small short ****** was also called a nicket.[2] A brush-****** (sometimes shortened to brush) was a bundle of similar size made of brushwood.[3]

A long ****** of sticks equals a bundle larger than 3 feet (0.91 m) long. In a book on slang used at Winchester College, fire-dogs were fire-baskets which could hold long faggots, and half-faggots were smaller baskets which could only hold a short ******, and were later converted for use with coal.[4] A long ****** was also called a kidd ******.[5] A fascine (or bavin[3]) is a type of long ****** which is approximately 13 to 20 feet (4.0 to 6.1 m) long and 8 to 9 inches (20 to 23 cm) in diameter and used to maintain earthworks such as trenches.[6][7][8]

A ****** was also a unit of weight used to measure iron or steel rods or bars totaling 120 pounds (54 kg).[1]


I assume the package contained food shaped and arranged in sticklike bundles.
Why all the asterisks?