A technicoloured yawn, Ralphing, sharing your diet, calling Uncle Hurl, losing your lunch, de-food-ifying, pressing eject, keeping up with the Romans, feeding baby birds, painting the town red...green...orange and yellow, un-eating, decorating your shoes, tasting it twice, blowing chunks, gastro geyser, laughing at the lawn, hugging the porcelain throne, a round-trip meal ticket, Jackson Pollocking the pavement, vomming.......
I don't care what you call it, DON'T DO IT NEAR MY BIKE.
Party season is about to kick off and I'd like to not have to hold my breath while unlocking. If you must vom please do it at least a few metres from bike stands. Thaaaaaanks.