A vomit anthology – celebrating 20 years barf-free

Twenty years ago this week, possibly even this day, was the last time I vomited. This was no run of the mill, spew-wipe-and-go caliber vomit, which is why I remember the event so well. It was spectacular enough to warrant new terminology: “The Double Eject.” This post is going to be nausea-inducing enough as it is, so I’ll simply say that the Double Eject involves the urgent, simultaneous use of a toilet and a trash bin.