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  • http://www.facebook.com/people/Christopher-Lee/100001074475538 Christopher Lee

    O MY GOD ITS FULL OF STARS

  • carlogesualdodivenosa

    My home town.  I am so proud.

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1388533406 Grant Hatton

    You can’t really dust for vomit.

  • http://www.matthewpetty.com/ Matthew Petty

    Would sir like a waffer-thin mint?

  • bcsizemo

    Maybe the fact the video is slowed down makes it appear as there is more vomit than what I’d expect, but damn it looks like Larry is a competition eater.

    • mrtut

      One thing I had to experience first-hand over the last few days:

      Half an orange and a single slice of toast are enough to generate about a pint of projectile vomit. 

      Even if you were forced to empty your stomach just a couple of hours earlier, and did not have a glass of water in between. This happens as your bowels draw fluids from your body to help in (in-)digestion. 

      Besides, lots of air can be part of the mix, making the situation even more explosive…

  • http://twitter.com/cjporkchop cjporkchop

    Larry doesn’t bend over a bucket to do his vomiting. He stands perfectly upright, unwilling to bow before god, man or toilet.

    • mrtut

      The first blast comes faster than Larry can think. Instantly, two-thirds of his field of vision are filled with vomit.

      At the second blast Larry will bend down. That is no voluntary action.

      From blast three onwards, Larry is covered in cold sweat and has full-body goosebumps. He may now consciously reflect on his animal state.

      After blast four there’s nothing more to pump out, yet the spasm continues…

  • jrlogue

    They should have named it “Ralph.”

  • Lady Katey