I MIGHT consider it if I did not mind losing the contents of what was already in my stomach.
That reminds me. When I would get sick as a child, my grandmother would give me 7-UP. The reasoning was that at the worst, 7-UP tastes the same coming up as it does going down. At the best, it calmed your stomach and helped in keeping you from becoming dehydrated.
Sorry to through that in, but it just jumped into my head.
1/2 n 1/2 Makeson and coke is nicer :o) Its like a shandy but with coke instead, the Germans drink Bitter shandy made with coke and its very very nice :o)
Useful tip if you have kids with an iffly tummy, give them flat lemonade (falt meaning the gas has gone out of it) I can only think that your Grans idea worked just as well, so long as the bubbles didnt make you puke :o)) The flat version is sugar high so lots of energy, and nothing nasty that will invoke more boughts of chucking.
Which reminds me of a mate of mine on a cross channel ferry, bending over the railings parting with the contents of his stomach, a bloke walked past him and casually asked, "weak stomach ?"
"Sod off" said my mate, pointing to a guy doing the same further down the boat "Im chucking it just as far as he is !!" ;o))
LOL, good one Glad, and so accurate, on almost all counts :o)
Two weeks ago, was my forty-fifth birthday, and I wasn't feeling too hot that morning anyway. I went down to breakfast, knowing my wife would be pleasant and say "Happy Birthday," and probably have a present for me. But she didn't even say "Good Morning," let alone "Happy Birthday."
I thought, "Well, that's wives for you. The children will remember."
The children came in to breakfast and didn't say a word.
When I started off to the office I was feeling pretty low and despondent. As I walked in the door, my secretary, Janet said, "Good Morning, Boss, Happy Birthday." And I felt a little better -- someone had remembered.
About noon, Janet knocked on my door and said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day outside and it's your birthday, let's go to lunch, just you and me."
I said, "By George, that's the greatest thing I've heard all day. Let's go."
So off we went to lunch. But we didn't go where we normally go; we went out into the country to a little private place. We had a couple of martinis and enjoyed ourselves tremendously.
On the way back to the office, she said, "You know, it's such a beautiful day. We don't need to go back to the office, do we?"
I said, "No, I guess not."
She said, "Let's go to my apartment."
I nodded and smiled. After arriving at her apartment, we had another martini and then she said, "Boss, if you don't mind, I'd like to slip into something more comfortable."
"Sure," I excitedly replied.
She went into the bedroom and, in about six minutes, she came out carrying a big birthday cake, followed by my wife, children, and dozens of my closest friends. All were singing Happy Birthday.
And there I sat on the couch with nothing on but my socks.
Took me a while, but I knew that joke reminded me of another good one:
A man takes the day off work and decides to go out golfing. He is on the second hole when he notices a frog sitting next to the green.
He thinks nothing of it and is about to shoot when he hears, "Ribbit. 9 Iron"
The man looks around and doesn't see anyone.
"Ribbit. 9 Iron."
He looks at the frog and decides to prove the frog wrong, puts his other club away, and grabs a 9 iron.
Boom! He hits it 10 inches from the cup. He is shocked. He says to the frog, "Wow that's amazing. You must be a lucky frog, eh?"
The frog reply's "Ribbit. Lucky frog."
The man decides to take the frog with him to the next hole. "What do you think frog?" the man asks.
"Ribbit. 3 wood."
The guy takes out a 3 wood and Boom ! Hole in one. The man is befuddled and doesn't know what to say. By the end of the day, the man golfed the best game of golf in his life and asks the frog, "OK where to next?"
The frog reply, "Ribbit. Las Vegas."
So, they go to "Las Vegas and the guy says, "OK frog, now what?"
The frog says, "Ribbit Roulette."
Upon approaching the roulette table, the man asks, " What do you think I should bet?"
The frog replies, "Ribbit. $3000,black 6."
Now, this is a million to one shot to win, but after the golf game, the man figures what the heck. Boom! Tons of cash comes sliding back across the table.
The man takes his winnings and buys the best room in the hotel. He sits the frog down and says, "Frog, I don't know how to repay you. You've won me all this money and I am forever grateful."
The frog replies, "Ribbit, Kiss Me."
He figures why not, since after all the frog did for him, he deserves it. With a kiss, the frog turns into a gorgeous 15 year old girl.
"And that, your honor, is how the girl ended up in my room."
A man is in bed with his wife when they hear a rat-a-tat-tat on the door. He rolls over and looks at his clock, and it's half past three in the morning. "I'm not getting out of bed at this time", he thinks, and rolls over. Then a louder knock follows.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" asks his wife. So he drags himself out of bed and goes downstairs. He opens the door to see a man standing there. It doesn't take him long to realise the man is drunk.
"Hi there", slurs the stranger. "Can you give me a push?" "No, get lost. It's half past three. I was in bed," says the man and slams the door.
He goes back up to bed and tells his wife what happened. "Dave, that wasn't very nice of you. Remember that night we broke down in the pouring rain on the way to collect the kids from the baby sitter and you had to knock on that man's door? What would have happened if he'd told us to get lost?"
"But the guy was drunk," says the husband. "It doesn't matter," says the wife. "Go downstairs and help him."
So the husband gets dressed and goes down to help him. He opens the door, and not being able to see the stranger anywhere he shouts,"Hey, do you still want a push?"
He hears a voice cry out, "Yeah, please."
Still being unable to see the stranger he shouts, "Where are you?"
And the stranger replies," Over here on your swing"
One night, a police officer was stalking out a particularly rowdy bar for possible violations of the driving under the influence laws.
At closing time, he saw a fellow stumble out of the bar, trip on the curb, and try his keys on five different cars before he found his. Then, sat in the front seat fumbling around with his keys for several minutes. Everyone left the bar and drove off. Finally, he started his engine and began to pull away.
The police officer was waiting for him. He stopped the driver, read him his rights and administered the Breathalyzer test.
The results showed a reading of 0.0.
The agitated officer responded, "What are you? Some kind of wise ass!?"
"Nope," the driver replied, "I'm the Designated Decoy."