Today I'm going to talk about the happy subject
of laughter, liquid laughter, known otherwise as barf, chunder, spew, technicolour yawn,
driving the porcelain bus, parking the tiger, or by some vulgar philistines as vomit. But
do not think that I am out of my depth in this subject, for I am as they say, 'a veteran
of the bucket'.
Most people are first attracted to the hobby/pastime of regurgitation
by its lack of social acceptability, as it generally ranks with other offensive acts such
as rape, murder, and watching "Mork & Mindy". But just as other barbarous
behaviour such as disco dancing, have become socially acceptable after constant
advertising, so will regurgitation. After all, unlike the above mentioned amusements, this
new fad is free and natural.
For instance, where would cows be without their cud? For centuries man
has been under the misconception that the mouth was for the intake of food, a total
reversal of this theory is just around the corner. Man was given the mouth to practise
meal recycling, so he is perfectly suited to this new craze, unlike other fads. I mean, if
God had meant man to roller skate, he would have given him wings!
There are basically three types of sickness; food poisoning, motion
sickness, and "Oh God why did I drink so much last night?" sickness.
The first type is boring, with most discussion centred around Mc
Donalds take-away and skippy burgers and since most cases are unintentional they lack
style. The latter type on the other hand lacks consistency due to its high alcohol
content. This leaves motion sickness, by far the more popular and spectacular of the
three, and perfectly suited to those of artistic temperament.
The three major attractions of motion sickness are fun, fascination,
and adventure. The fascination lies in the fact that whatever you've eaten in the past 48
hours, you can be secure in the knowledge that your contribution to the gutter will always
contain diced carrots.
Its hard to imagine something more fun than spilling your dinner over
someone in a train, especially if its partially digested at the time.
Throw away your BMX, if you're after adventure, this is your hobby.
Apart from napalming wombats, there is nothing more thrilling than hanging out of the door
of a bus, going down Bulli Pass, yawning your breakfast over the truck behind, or for that
matter, over the people of Mediterranean origin having a picnic on the safety ramp.
But before your trade in your Rubiks Cube and race off to explore
new-found delights, beware, there is danger! Generally the rule of the thumb is DON'T BEND
OVER. If this is not obeyed, serious consequences can result. The rapidly ascending
material will take an alternate route via the nasal passages, resulting in a double
barrelled, multi-coloured spray. This will no doubt impress your friends, but the increase
in your popularity is no compensation for the tingling after-burn of bile which will
remain for about 25 minutes.
But if all this talk of regurgitation is making your stomach turn, it
is quite easy to fake it. One day before you go to school, fill a plastic bag with custard
and diced carrots and put it in your case. When you get on the bus, tell the driver that
you aren't feeling well, then sit down.
After a few minutes of travel, duck down behind the seat and make deep
throated sounds. Get your friends to make appropriate comments then show the bag to the
driver and ask him to stop the bus. If he is not too strong in the abdominal department he
may need to make use of the bag too.
How's that for fun! It certainly puts a whole new meaning into the
phrase, "Can I bring something up" doesn't it?
Well thats about all I've got this week, but look out for my
forthcoming articles on "The Cultural Aspects of Nose Picking" and "101
Practical Uses for Ear Wax" .