Sunday, April 01, 2007

Mysteries van het leven


Ik kan jullie véél kotsverhalen vertellen, maar laat het volstaan te zeggen dat de mafste kleur die ik ooit gekotst heb zwart was.
Mysteries van het leven is een reeks die ik graag een aantal cartoons ver zal laten lopen, als alles goed gaat.
Heeft u nog fantastische kotservaringen, laat ons niet in het ongewisse; deel die ervaringen!

25 comments:

Al Keitel said...

De meest indrukwekkende kotservaring die ik gehad heb was toen ik omgekeerd onder een brug hing, terwijl er onder mij een boerenbetoging plaatsvond. Tussen de demonstranten trof ik (tijdens de maagspasmen) een oude klasgenoot aan die net onder een geëscorteerde buffel lag te kermen. Ik herinner me nog dat het heel hard regende ook.

De kleur van mijn braaksel was echter van gangbare aard.

lebbercherrie said...

Mmm, ondersteboven kotsen, hoe doe je dat? Komt het dan ook langs je neus, of is het net hetzelfde als traditioneel kotsen?

sven said...

beikes, wat voor een thema

lebbercherrie said...

Op uw tanden bijten, Sven, zodat de brokken blijven steken!

Zimbob said...

Zwarte kots? Sta me toe berekend te gokken naar de inhoud: Guinness? dat of buffelkak. Maar u kennende toch Guinness.
Neen... buffelkak.

Mooie kleurtjes.

lebbercherrie said...

't was.....


neen, te schaamtelijk om te vertellen,....


toch vertellen,....


darminhoud. Zoveel gekotst dat ik mijn darmen langs mijn maag begon leeg te trekken. Not one of my proudest moments, I might add.

lebbercherrie said...

Zie je wel, één bekentenis over mijn duister verleden, en *Poof* al mijn bezoekers weg.

Zimbob said...

Poof scares all, like pansy.

Darminhoud, mijne jongen? Wordt het niet eens tijd voor een gezellig tasje thee met eventueel een beschuitje?

lebbercherrie said...

Het is dan ook van heel lang geleden. Het was april 1998. Ik was jong en overmoedig en de setting was een schoolreis naar Praag.

vanishingword said...

This would be so much easier if i could just find the translator button....

lebbercherrie said...

ah, but you're not missing much here, just talking about vomiting here. Ahem.

Let me just translate the cartoon: The mysteries of life, part one.

dialogue box: Carrots? But I didn't have any carrots!

vanishingword said...

Ha! I am a vomit expert.. I have a 5 month old baby remember!

lebbercherrie said...

Do tell!

My eightteen months old baby (or toddler already) was never that much of a puker, so I missed out on that luck.

vanishingword said...

Since he's breastfed right now its not too interesting to look at; however the uses are really quite astonishing. I can wear a spittle necklace, sometimes its like a scarf thrown over my shoulder. At times he arcs over the shoulder entirely, sort of like vomit vaulting. That should be a new Olympic sport I think. Then there are the times he aims down the front of the shirt and at my in-laws. These moments are really special to me...
I decision I face daily is whether I should bother to change my shirt or wash it out of my hair. I mean, he'll just do it again. I think the smell of puke is a pretty good form of birth control...

vanishingword said...

I wonder what the time difference is between Belgium and California? You guys are stalling on me... scared of spit up are you?!

lebbercherrie said...

Not at all, but I read your last message about nine o' clock in the evening, and I figured I'd call it a day.

vanishingword said...

I can sense that people are getting regular sleep and I feel resentful about it...

lebbercherrie said...

your senses are absolutely wrong. But then again I don't have to get up to breasfeed an infant so everything you say will be regarded as absolutely true.

But I did the nightly bottle routine, so I somewhat can understand the sleep deprivation problem.

Occy said...

Mine was never very good at vomit vaulting... 'm not saying he didn't try, cuz he did ... he just wasn't very good at it ... missing out on the vaulting part of the disciplin entirely

lebbercherrie said...

You can't have it all, can you? Mind you, mine was very good at target pissing. The target being me.

He stopped doing it the day I threatened to return the favour!

vanishingword said...

I can't really threaten that now can I? My aim is so poor.
I was thinking about the very worst food to vomit. Spaghetti or salad?
Now if you were going fishing on a boat, you could just eat fish guts and blood. Then the vomit would be useful to everyone. You could just chum off the side of the boat.

der otto said...

kann das mal einer ins deutsch überzetsen bitte???

lebbercherrie said...

Man sprecht hier nur zum Kotzen!

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