Baking soda and vanilla...both are odour eaters. Once it is clean I would use vanilla essence in warm water, soak the site and then dry it off... it will dilute any left over vomit and the vanilla eats up bad smells.
Baking soda and vanilla...both are odour eaters. Once it is clean I would use vanilla essence in warm water, soak the site and then dry it off... it will dilute any left over vomit and the vanilla eats up bad smells.
Hmmm I've never heard of that method Pape, around here we're lazy and use spray bottles.![]()
"A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own."
C.S. Lewis
"So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death."
Jermaine Evans
Tell your dog to lick it. Hey, don't waste food. Somebody already said the dog liked sniffing that. Well, when I like sniffing something I always end up eating it. I like sniffing pies.
The dog will only lick up so much of his own vomit before even he loses interest...
"A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own."
C.S. Lewis
"So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death."
Jermaine Evans
Progress is being made. I learned never to drink too much and then lie down again. Thanks for your helpful advice guys, you all helped.
*vomits again from the thought of more beer* damn it!
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The key lesson I can offer you as a life long alcohol connoisseur (my wife's title for my routine since young adulthood) is this:Originally Posted by Byzantine Prince
Learn what your limit is with various types of alcohol. I can drink an ungodly amount of 4.5% Alcohol by volume beer and have no issues. This is not a boast, and I am not impressed with myself. I simply can drink alot of regular beer. Probably could drink a 40 pack to myself in one day without getting sick or blacking out or losing control.
I take about a half gallon of Bacardi to reach my borderline.
And Tequila or Jaigermeister will do me in about 5 or 6 shots. Max.
I also refuse to drink both because one makes me ill and the other makes me mean.
Just learn your responsible limit. Never lose control. You should never puke from too much alcohol. That's no fun. Neither is barfing in your own beer and then drinking it again. And getting chiefed by your buddies is something that I will never allow to occur.
The second and parrallel piece of advice I would give is to ALWAYS plan your night. Not to the minute or anything crazy, but have a rough sketch of where you plan to start, how you plan to travel, and how you plan to get through the night alive.
The dead guys I see in my investigations are the ones who had no plan for the night.
Simple sketch:
(1) Pre-flight at buddy's house. Buddy #4 is the designated driver.
(2) Buddy #4 drives everyone to club/movie/food/entertainment/etc.
(3) Drink more and have fun. Buddy #4 does not drink AT ALL. NOT EVEN ONE.
(4) Buddy #4 drives everyone home and makes sure nobody gets in a fight.
Alternative plan cause Buddy #4 couldn't resist drinking:
(4a) everyone chips in for a cab and the car gets left overnight.
Always have a plan and know your limits and you will have many many wildly fun nights where everyone survives. Nothing is worse then waking up to find out somebody didn't make it alive.
These are the golden rules of mature alcohol consumption. Pretty simple.
edit: always plan for late night munchies. Sucks to take a cab home to where there is no food. Or to drink all night and be hungry at 3am only to discover the pizza delivery is closed.
Last edited by Divinus Arma; 11-24-2005 at 02:30.
Originally Posted by Mikeus Caesar
My dog pukes almost every day, or nearly pukes at least. Trust me a dog will not eat a 2-3 shovel scoop sized pile of it's own vomit. Also if the vomit is particularly nasty looking he won't touch it, an d this dog will eat anything.
"A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own."
C.S. Lewis
"So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death."
Jermaine Evans
Reminds me of something...
Was in the school camp. One of my friends threw the Magic cards of another guy on the floor.... I was feelling very sick. I went out of the room to go to the bathroom, but there were 2 guys sitting in front of me, so I couldn't resist...
I puked on the floor, exactly on the guy's Magic cards(about 100). Everybody laughed till they made in their pants.....![]()
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