The anticipation is excillirating. Every muscle in your body, every nerve in the entire nervous system: all are under extreme and involuntary exertion. Your skeletal muscles of the lower extremities lock up, you begin hyperventilating, your heart rate and blood pressure spike, the diaphragm plunges deep within your abdomen, and your trunk contracts, compressing the contents of your bowls. It all comes out, everything, the nausea with it. Endorphins flood your bloodstream, and from regurgitation you experience one of the best feelings ever. The instant feeling of relief of vomiting is extremely euphoric. You love it.
I'll have 3 big macs washed down with a 6 pack of jim beam . . . . I'll go for a jog then come back and vomit all over grant and the head while they copulate . . . actually forget the jog . . . just the site of . . . .
By Kynthia
Barf-by
The act of being so totally twisted that you have to sprayvomit while driving/riding
Ben: "Man you missed the show last night. We were mad wasted leaving the bar and Myles pulled a barf-by right in front of a cop"
Chris: "That is so rad!"
1) It's not that we're afraid, far from it, it's just that we've got this thing about death... It's not us!
2) Funny, she doesn't look Druish.
3) They've gone to plaid!
4) Nice dissolve.
5) Always when I'm eating...!
