Is this the wrong use of vomit?
Ok, to start the story off, I'm real gay. Like, gayer than the stereotypical deprived black man in the prison showers. Yeah, that gay.
Anyway, one night me and my gay lover, Leroy, were getting down to it. You know, the old in-out in-out. So while he was charging me up the anal passage, he got a little too rough and began screaming like a deranged cowboy. I told him to remove himself from my glutius maximus, but he would not. I don't take that shizz from no one. So I took a huge powerful sh*t to force his 46 inch out of my rectum. When he pulled it out, it was caked in a nice layer of fecal matter.
Yeah, that happened. I don't take none of that! Especially not from some 300 pound white 58 year old named Leroy! No one is going to smoke me up the rectum unless I want it! Yeah I want it sometimes! Got a problem??!?! Pissin' me off!
Anyway, after I forced his ferret out of my ferret-cave, he began screaming and rolling around on the ground while pouring Pepsi all over his body. Diet Pepsi.
I ran into my bathroom and got a bunch of syrup of ipecac. For those of you who don't know, ipecac is made from the dried roots and rhizomes (underground stems) of Cephaelis ipecacuanha and is used to induce vomiting in cases of accidental poisoning.
I drank a load of this ipecac, then ran back into the bedroom and began to vigorously make out with Leroy. He liked it at first, that is, until the ipecac took effect and I began to vomit uncontrollably into his mouth. He tried to break away from me, but I held fast and strong, forcing gallons of vomit into his asophagus. This caused his body to reject it and make him barf also, but I held fast! And all the vomit going back and forth was forced into Leroy. He eventually passed out.
I put a garbage can over his head and left him out by the curb. He is not dead, just punished.
That's what you get for trying to abuse your rectal freedoms!
Was I over reacting?