Only in New Orleans.
“Was nervous. Puked into my bookbag.”
So they can charge a $150 "cleaning fee."
Welcome to another installment of "Maybe Just Don't Fly."
"Saw man die on third rail."
Good news for theatergoers who like plays but wish they barfed more!
"Tried to fight a fire hydrant."
As the train doors opened, I actually threw up in my hand. It wasn't even a small amount—we're talking projectile vomiting. Shortly after that, I hyperventilated so much that I passed out.
Reliever Ryan O'Rourke has been puking before he pitches since college.
A seemingly endless stream of drunk people's urine is eroding the stone foundation of the world's tallest church in the German city of Ulm, and no one quite knows how to stop it.
Alexander Reynolds, party photographer at Eddie Davenport's infamous Gatecrasher Balls, remembers what it was like to snap the children of aristocracy while they threw up and fingered each other.
Puke in the shower, passed-out guests, and shit on the walls, just to name a few.