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Here it is, the ultimate Andrew Sullivan “Daily Dish,” about vomiting in Christopher Hitchens’ bathroom, which is, of course, symbolic. Thanks to Serolf Divad for sharing. [Andrew Sullivan]
THE VIEW FROM YOUR TOILET
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TMI. T.M.I.
ALERT.
TMI.
I’ll buy that. Just looking at Hitchens can bring on a bout of projectile vomiting for me. Feel better soon, Andy!
Sully is with child.
Bears not only shit in the woods. They vom in toilets.
I’m sure it had nothing to do with the French kiss he shared with Hitchens - that just caused everyone else in the room to projectile vomit.
Good for Sully, one need not move when one uses the Annal Intruder 3000 with jet action.
Sum Bug or food poisoning? Isn’t that code for ingestion of too much of Hitchens’ jiz?
Sounds like Sulls is just describing a typical “Wednesday morning” for any solid Wonketteer.
Hitchens, please report your latest bowel movements to counter this.
I’m useless and can barely move.
That would be a good title for his memoirs.
bitchincamaro: He doth has a veritable bun in the oven.
No, no… when I told you to check out Andy’s site I meant to call your attention to his latest post about his beagle. All-right, I’m lying. That bleech-vomiting post was too awesome to just let pass.
Monsieur Grumpe: Hee hee.
I dunnno, if I had to spend a night with Hitch, I’d probably be driving the porcelain bus as well..just sayin’..
Monsieur Grumpe: Actually, “I’m useless and can barely move” is an old-fashioned code for “I’m married.” Mazel tov, Mr. Sullivan.
i would hold his hair back for him while he was “projectile vomiting” but that would require a trip to the wizard to get that luscious bear some hair. ok…truth be told there is something sexy about him.
I demand his medical records.
The four minute mile of gay debauchery? If Sully had vomited on Hitch.
Monsieur Grumpe: Win.
Guys projectile vomiting is awesome! If you can shoot a six footer over the counter at McDonalds they’ll let you keep all the big macs you can hit, no charge. What is this pommey git complaining about?
… I told him a million times not to eat the dick at these balls.
It would have been a much better post if he said:
“I am spewing from both ends.”
What a strange coincidence. I rarely puke, but I was puking today from my spectacular hangover. When I email my classmates for the notes I missed, I’m going to just say that I was “ill” so they’ll help me out instead of just thinking I’m a loser. I’m not going to go on and on about how I swear I wasn’t drinking to much with all the people I had over to celebrate “the end of an error” and it must be food poisoning or 24 hour flu or something, because then they’ll think I’m a liar.
Of course he didn’t “overdo it at Hitch’s,” you think that man leaves any of that sweet, sweet firewater leftover?
wouldn’t it be easier to blame turbo tax for his projectile vomiting?
First, I thought they hated each other.
Second, I saw them on C-Span last night (which had picked up the BBC coverage) and neither of them looked that drunk.
Just looking at Hitchens can bring on a bout of projectile vomiting for me.
Yes, this. If I ever had to set foot in his house, I would be retching constantly.
Sully, this is what happens when you spend all that time at Subway.
“vomiting into the bathroom porcelain”???? I’m sorry Andrew, can you be more specific, or did you literally go from crapper to sink to tub, spewing like Linda Blair? I’m beginning to feel sorry for Hitch’s housekeeper.
That’s the first time he’s typed more than 25 words in years (preferring instead to excerpt large portions of other people’s original thinking).
That leaves Atrios/Duncan Black as the supreme king of not saying anything and remaining extremely popular for inexplicable periods of time.
sevenrepeat: I certainly blame it for MY projectile vomiting every April..
Is anyone else surprised that Hitchens’ place doesn’t have a dedicated vomitorium separate from the bathroom?
I once passed Hitch sitting outside at a table at a cafe near Union Square in NY. I’m pretty sure he ordered the projectile vomit.
With Dubya departed, feltching once again returns to the Washington social scene….
I gotta warn you, Sully: “I’m useless and can barely move” is not a line anyone wants to hear from a bottom.
He he - he he - he said “fill in”.
He’s lucky he didn’t have the salmon mousse. I had an eerily similar experience last week, but I’m pretty sure it was from a piece of tainted frittata.
Those two made out? D: I may never be able to think sexual thoughts again that is so vile.
Didn’t he make out with Hitch too? The mere thought has me choking back bile.
Let’s cut Andy some slack. Wonkette and him are my 2 favorite blogs. His for snark and the Wonk for real news…oh wait….maybe the other way around..I forget.