No foods do that to me, but the first shot of tequlia almost allways gives me the dry heaves. After that, I'm fine.

Unfortunately I`m a bit like Homer Simpson in this respect - even if something makes me gag, I`ll still trough it down next time I see it.

I draw the line at tofu though - the invention of the devil.

The chili for gas station nachos, something Ill never eat again. Im scarred for life from the stomach flu and the taste of it comming up.

Eggplant, Jaegermeister and that sweet tasting shit with the gold chips in it. I think it was called Goldschlager or something like that.

Instant puke on all three. Can't keep it down for 5 seconds.

Gasp. Corned beef and cabbage. It was nine years ago and I still get the dry heaves when thinking on it.

I have to agree with Phatmanxxl, i cant stand that 7-11 chili. Cant stand McDonalds either, series of unfortunate events with them.

Eggs. Can't stand em. But I hold my nose and cook them for my family because they all love them. Oh and Kahluha. I had a couple Mind Erasers back in the day and never puked so much in my life. Just typing it is making me get the dry heaves.
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I, unfortunately for my waist, am sickened by no food, however the mere mention of muscatel wine triggers my gag reflex. I overindulged in this nasty syrupy beverage as a teen and have never forgotten it.

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I mentioned it before in another thread: Dark Rum. For some insane reason at my engagement party I started drinking Rum & Coke by the 1/2 pint beer glass; I didn't last long.
Currently it is olives and feta cheese due to eating them just before the norovirus my mother gave me kicked in.

Fried mozzarella cheese sticks. Years ago I came down with a nasty case of salmonella from eating them once. I projectile vomited so much I felt like I had done a thousand sit ups. The mere thought of them now makes me want to hurl.

I can't eat pickles anymore. We had an initiation when I was a sophomore in high school we're the upperclassmen on the rifle team I was on poursed stuff on us and one of the things was a jar of pickle juice that that had sat in the back of a truck in hundred degree alabama heat for days in the direct sunlight and was sour as hell. The smell was disgusting and the taste was worse. Just looking at pickles now makes me feel sick to my stomach. I can't drink vodka anymore. After a bite of downing two fifths of vodka in two hours and passing out, I puked my guts up and was drunk for two days. That turned me off of vodka and cigars for life.

Tequila! I did puke until I had that greenish bile string from my lower lip to the toilet water. Try to shake it off, and it would just track across the water. Nasty.

Hey everyone. Its me Kat from the forums. I have a comment I would like to add to this story.

Once my whole family got food poisoning from Dunken Donuts, and we spent are whole vacation puking our guts out. Anyway ever since that time, I have not eaten a donut from dunken donuts.

Pork Patty MREs do it for me. Just the thought of them makes my skin crawl. Most of the MREs were palatable but the Pork patties were like dehydrated cardboard soaked in a diarreah sauce. MREs in general would plug me up but the PPs had the uncomfortable side effect of producing hellatious gas that made you want to crawl inside your MOPP suit for relief.

Fortunately for me, though, my MRE days are well behind me. Still, just the thought of them makes my asshole quiver.
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Ever since getting so beastly drunk on the stuff that I was arrested (actually, a vaguely amusing tale), I've not been able to drink scotch. Just a whiff makes my guts heave. My palate salivates at brandy, rum, gin, vodka, etc, but whisky turns my stomach now. A damn shame, as I used to love a decent single malt. But I get a waft of that unique aroma, and my mind goes back to those two days of mindfucking apocolyptic hangover that resulted from my hoggish excesses. My stomach churns automatically.

Not a food but a place. Had the best steak of my life at a "Ground Round" (you might need to edit that out Dave) but it was sooooo tender - because the bacteria had been hard at work. I don't cramp but my stomach actually flips (like when you drop suddenly on a roller coaster) when I see their signs.

Don't worry CEP, I got your back on the Jaegermeister. I surely drink your share on a weekly basis.

For met:

1.) Grain-based vodka (but potato vodka is alright).
2.) Hot fudge sundae topping from Dairy Queen. I ate two of those little sundaes when I was about eight, and I barfed and barfed. For YEARS afterwards if I smelled hot fudge sauce, I got sick. Thank God I got over that. Boy do I love ice cream.
3.)If I smell or see fatty, cheap meat I get sick, though. Ick.

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ughhh for me it is Gyros and vodka-cranberry

I visited a good friend of mine in Portland Oregon a few years back, we went to this outdoor market/swapmeet thing and bought Lamb Gyros from one of the food vendors. Afterwards we went cruising the streets, and ended up in this nice establishment full of sultry ladies called "The Dolphin2" they had a drink special that day..2 for 1 vodka cranberry's......sorry dudes gotta puuuuukkkke!!!!!

I have a son that owns a bar in DC. He says as long as there are Kennedys, he'll make money. He sends me a Jaegermeister machine. It has pint bottles sticking out all over it like a porcupine. The stuff comes out colder than ice. I thought it was a joke! I thought he had filled it with Nyquil or something. Then he says it is SUPPOSED to taste like that.

Wow daphne, fatty, cheap meat is the best meat there is. Oh well. I forgot that another food I can't eat is homony. That is the worst version of corn ever.

Nothing I can think of has ever made me sick. I'm blessed (or cursed) with an iron gut. But several years ago, I almost threw up after drinking way too much red wine. It took a couple of years before I could drink wine again.

CANTALOUPE.

I swear, everyone else I know loves those so much, but when I tried one once, it left a terrible aftertaste in my mouth and I was puking and shitting like crazy for two days.

Also, when I served time Afghanistan I got really sick at one point when I drank some bad water. I felt like an idiot because I'd noticed the water smelled funny before I even drank it (no, it didn't smell like sewage or anything, just... weird. It was kind of like a weird plastic-ey smell). Nevertheless, my stomach seizes up with fear whenever I smell anything similar.

Oh wait... chocolate milk too.

After my nightmare in the hospital way back when I was a teenager and I was forced to down charcoal mixed with chocolate milk, I vowed I'd never drink that shit again.

I have to fight off the urge to puke every time I go out and buy it for the kids, because they love it.

Yuck.

Any salad dressing at social function where it is contained in an unrefrigerated vessel on a table that has been pre-set for hours ahead.

Skipped school with a friend and stopped off at a convenience store. Bought and ate one of those entire barrels of beef jerky...barfed old hickory smoked chunks for hours. Took years before I could even look at it again. In case your wondering, yeah we got a good deal on the price...
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Leaky, I don't think we're talking the same language. This is my bad. If you're referring to fatty cuts of meat, yes, they can be good (and I'm a veggie but I cook them for the family), but cheap fatty meat will be old, rancid, and have fat on it that's not really fat. It's either knuckles or cartilage. It will also not be rinsed, nor will it smell decent. You can shove that shit into a crock pot for 3 days and still end up with knuckles, cartilage, and fat.

To everyone I say - get a good butcher. Spend the extra dollar. Buy in packs over ninety pounds if you can and freeze the meat well. In the end, you'll save money.

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This is gross but it`s a true story.

Twenty years ago I was driving back from some time off with a colleague in Sri Lanka when we came across a guy who`d been necklaced (tied up, tyres put round them and set on fire) at the side of the road. Dead bodies by the roads were very common then. We stopped to have a look and although the tyres were completely burned out, the heat was still pretty intense. Normally the fire is so fierce that the bodies are blackened and charred, but this guy was cooked, his legs were like perfectly done crackling.

We drove back to the compound and arrived just in time for the cook to bring in dinner - a roast leg of pork. It was so similar to that guys leg that we almost barfed.

After five minutes of looking at the joint hunger kicked in and we joined the others and carved off some tasty pork.

Every time I see a roast leg of pork with the skin on I still remember that day....then tuck in.

Milk. Pure milk. I am lactose intolerant and it just leaves me with a sore butthole and the Poop Shakes. My sister is also lactose intolerant and all she gets is a build-up of phlegm. I, however, am blessed with the major Squirts.

Nothing. Nada.

I have a very bad reaction to tap water and shellfish. As soon as they reach my stomach, I vomit and have diarrhea with very intense cramps.

Thunderbox.... disturbed just doesn't do it for that story. I thought of something else, sweet and sour anything, bleck!
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My husband got really sick after eating Thai soup with those little mushrooms that look like penises.

I get sick smelling Polish blood sausage called "Kishka" that my Mom used to make. Even though I am Polish-American.

So we have international stomach-sickers :)

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I too was disturbed about the necklace story... Don't they know that burning tyres is SO bad for the environment. Surely there is a more eco-friendly way of incinerating your enemies.

Tilapia. A few years back I decided to cook dinner for my girl. She had been talking about how she wanted fish so I went to our local seafood guy and asked him what would be best. He insisted that I cook tilapia. Oh, and it was on sale dirt cheap.

I cooked, we ate, we nearly died. I think that the fish had turned and was on sale because of that.

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Fish and seafood when they go off seem to give you the worst food poisoning, even worse than undercooked chicken or bad meat. Any idea why?

On another note, my fiance has quite the reaction to fast food. Whenever she eats it (maybe once a month), it decides to seek revenge and comes back out from both ends. Poor girl.

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That`s a tad masochistic of her to continue doing it, Nine Inch.

Thunderbox your story about the guy who was all burned up was so disgusting. maybe there could be a warning thing on it before you read it.

Seafood sticks. When I was younger I ate some from a little seafod shop which now does not exist, and I spent the whole night spewing.

The day my appendix burst, I must have shit and puked a combined number of about 30 times. Every one smelled of the black olives I had consumed on my tacos the night before. I was unable to eat them for years after. I had to suffer with the green ones.

This may sound like a lie, but it actually hapened. I was performing oral on a woman and something..some kind of curd..slid into my mouth and dissolved before could spit it out. I get queasy just talking about it.

I don't doubt you PINWORM. I just got queasy just reading it.

Wow, that's nasty. Did you go get a penicillin shot afterwords?

Gargle with Mycelex?

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Sounds like one of two things Pinworm: presuming that she wasn't dead at the time and you didn't chow down on worms, it could have been either the last guy's jizz, or the early globular formation of a sootikin.

A sootikin, if you are not aware, is a small mouse-shaped deposit inside the vagina; the collective accumulation of dead cells, menstrual and vaginal discharges, smegma, semen and dirt that built up through long periods of not washing, lack of underwear and unhygienic sexual practices, not unlike a vaginal version of a hairball, but not made of anything quite that indentifiable. It would eventually get to a certain size and weight then drop out, so it was common for such items to be found under the church pews of poorer-class women up until the early 20th century. Today, it's something usually only found among 'bag ladies'.

If it was one of those, while still in the gelatinous stage of course, then one's stomach churns on your behalf, and one wonders about your criteria for cunnilingual desirability! Did she perchance beg you for loose change and offer herself in exchange for a coffee and doughnut?

I'm glad I have already had my breakfast as my appetite has been quite spoiled. I did a little research on sootikins and discovered the following. Everyone has heard the nursery rhyme;

Pussy-cat pussy-cat where have you been?
I've been to London to look at the Queen.
Pussy-cat pussy-cat what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.

Since bodily cleanliness was generally ignored in days of old, even by the wealthy (it was believed to be bad for your health), the mouse may have been a royal sootiken.

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T-box......Your statement about fish is oh so true. I was taught in a survival class while in the military that meat, no matter how decomposed, will not sicken you providing it is cooked well enough to destroy all bacteria. It will not taste good but, if very well done, will not sicken you.

On the other hand, some species of fish, especially those belonging to the Genus Scomberoides (mackerel family) undergo a chemical change in their fat, when even slightly rotten, that is not destroyed by the heat of cooking. Cook them very well done and they will sicken you anyway.
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Pinworm, that may be the grossest thing I've ever read, and I just drank a vanilla milkshake. Eww. Reminds me of something similar that happened to me a while back.

My god, LBK, don't keep us in suspense. What happened? Details, man, details.

Chief, you are undoubtably correct! In fact,
the most famous sootikin rumour is that one was found worryingly close to Queen Anne's chair after her coronation...

And yes LBK, please spill the details...

I wonder if there is a more pleasing aroma in a royal yeast infection, than there is with the same condition in the crotch of a commoner? I once had a bacterial infection that was treated by penicillin in such massive doses it destroyed all the beneficial bacteria in my colon. I ended up with a rectal yeast infection. I don't actually know if the aroma around my bunghole was worse than usual. I suppose my condition could have been described as "athletes asshole."

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That's a disturbing image you've put in my head mate.

But yes I think a royal yeast infection would certainly be better quality. Don't know whether you use the same term in the US, but we call it 'thrush' over here, so with our gracious monarch it would probably be called something like 'swan' or 'peacock'.

Sorry, I tried to type the details but couldnt stomach it at the time. I had a girl friend a couple years ago and we were driving to the lake and being horny 19/20 year olds, I was fingering her while she was driving and being kinky/funny decided I'd pop my fingers in my mouth and pretend to enjoy licking her flavors off my mouth and it was dark and I didn't see a lil chunk of something or nother left by who knows what and when I felt it in my mouth I commenced to puking out the window of the moving car. And I have to go puke now and brush my teeth. There's your details dammit.

LBK, that sounds kind of traumatic. Hopefully it doesn't stop you from performing sexual acts while driving in the future. I still say it's safer than talking on a cell phone or texting while driving.

Gosh, that's one hell of a passion killer Leaky. Sorry if it made you heave.

Some would probably say it's karmic punishment for doing something so dangerous as to finger someone while they are hurling a ton of metal along the road at high speed. But I suppose we've all been reckless in youth. And much later, in my case. I'm ashamed to say that I have been fellated while driving, although she did not finish the job, so to speak. As enjoyable as it was, my bottle went (sorry, that's English for a sudden lapse in courage) and I had to get her off me as soon as I felt myself wandering into the wrong side of the bloody road. OK, so it waa an empty country lane, but it scared me enough to make my brain kick in, which it rarely does when I have a stalk-on. My self-preservation instincts rarely work, but I'm glad they did on that occasion. It was a damn dangerous and foolish thing to do, not only because of it's a dangerous distraction while driving, but because not ten seconds after she removed her mouth from my gutstick, I ran over a pothole in the road with a thud. Should I have allowed Percy to stay where he was for a little longer, he could have been bitten in half. My only defence is that I didn't ask for it, she just leant over, unzipped me and began. It merely took 10 minutes for me to stop her. It is after all, a novel experience.

ES, I too have been serviced while driving, but even though I was a young man at the time, I had the foresight to pull over and take care of business with my lady, who also became my wife later on.

Try doing it in the back of a Chevette. Not that easy.

My dad once got thrush on his tongue and man did his tongue look disgusting.

I looked up the definition in Google and this is what they said

Thrush is a yeast infection that causes white patches in the mouth and on the tongue. Thrush is most common in babies and older adults, but it can occur at any age.

Mine was in a Nissan Micra mate. Considering that I'm a fairly tall chap, I'm amazed that I could do anything at all in it. As it happens, that car saw more action than any of my other vehicles, despite it being the smallest. At the time, the woman I was seeing had an awkward domestic situation (10 year old son) so we'd usually drive somewhere and make love in my car rather than her place. You may not think it, but small cars can make for a very memorable rattle. There's something immeasurably satisfying about having to stick one's naked upper body through the sunroof in order to be able to perform comfortably. Particularly when one is obliged mid-coitus to wave good evening to a small but surprised group of boy scouts and their leader as they emerge from the adjacent woodland.

It's also this Britluver.
thrush

It ain't nice.

El Scumbag.....I love your description of an erection as a "stalk on", unfortunately at my advanced age I frequently suffer from the "old cabbage sickness", in which the stalk is no longer able to support the head.

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When I was an 18 year old senior in High School, I had a low rider Mazda B2000 and had a rather freaky girl who decided that she could give me road head while we were cruising around town. It was wonderful, and I didn't pull over, although I must say that by the time I busted I was creeping around at like 15 MPH. The most dangerous part was when her mom called and asked if she was with me because she wouldn't answer her phone. I didn't have the heart to tell her that she didn't answer because her mouth was full.
As far as the twat ball, although I still get sick feeling after two years from the date of the event, I have been able to move past it.

As the author of this post, I apologize for the turn it has taken, and all of those who were sickened. LBK, I'm happy you have recovered, and are able to forget the TWATBALL.

Postman, please don't tell me you were serviced in a postal vehicle, and handled mail afterward.

Yep, sorry PD, I was pressured to tell my unwanted story. I didn't mean to defile your story with that nastness. And postman, where do you deliver so I'll know to handle my mail with gloves?
Trying to get back on topic, I was eating some homemade burritoes the other day and the way I spiced them up made me a little sickley and now my chest hurts. Of course, it's been raining since then and I've been out in it a good bit so I'm not sure if I have pneumonia or an upper respritory infection from my sinuses, or if the food gave me some kind of poisoning. But my girl friend wanted to eat those burritoes again in a few days and I'm a little nervous about it.

When the doctors finally decided to admit me, my father, who came into town to take care of me, was told to take me to get some clothes and some food. We went to McD's and I got the chicken strips. That first night there in the hospital was the worst night of my life. I know it was not the McD's that got me sick, but to this day I still cannot eat those damn chicken strips.

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And now to derail the thread again. In college I owned a Toyota MR2. A tiny, two seatre "sports" car. I managed to git er done a few times in that itty bitty thing. I even managed to keep the T-tops on once. However, it always ended up giving the lady a nasty bruise on the middle of her back.

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Leaky, I can just see you now...licking your fingers and doing the whole eye rolling bit, like how tasty it is for your tummy when you encounter the dreaded leukorrhia.

I heard a tale of a young lady (I use that term loosely) who was going to bed for the first time with her boyfriend. When she unlocked the freshness seal of her undercrackers, the most deadly stench permeated every corner of the room. The poor boy happened to be eye level with the beast and he swears he saw something alive and moving inside her gaping maw.

Now I know it was a sootikin. Can't wait to pass that info along.

I nominate "freshness seal of her undercrackers" for phrase of the year. Thank you Poopsy. Excuse me now, I feel lunch coming up.

If anyone was wondering about the "incident" referred to in my post, it involves puke, shit, an oil spill, and a blood covered back seat of a police car. I think I may write it up for the front page.

Might as well take this thread to it's ultimate disgusting crescendo.

I was performing (quite well I might add) the act of cunnilingus on a young lady, when I was upset to find bits of food in her moist folds. When I announced "I think I'm going to throw up." She said, "That's what the last guy said."

Wow, this has gotten bad. I stay in a quesy state now. I can't believe she didn't clean up. That's worse than this girl I knew who masturbated with a kit kat bar then ate it. After hearing that story, it was a long time before I could break me off a piece.

Wild game! I went to colonial Williamsburg a few years back, had some ye olde tyme taverne wilde game pie, and got some ye olde tyme foode poisoninge.

Wilde game pie? So that's what they call it now. I liked cherry pie better. Or fur pie.

Oh Yeah, when I ws about 11....My other uncle from east Texas used to let us smoke cigars on the forth of July to light our fireworks. "now don't smoke em boys just light your crackers..." I think he knew we would try anyways, at least that I would. And I did. Not only did I suck n puff mine into oblivion, but I helped myself to both my brother's stogies.

About an hour later we were watching a movie(American Ninja I think)and I couldn't take the taste anymore. I kept getting up to brush my teeth and use mouthwash. My uncle knew what was wrong and he kept asking me if everything was allright. I kept assuring him I was OK, but I was sick and scared.

I went outside and sarted throwing up like crazy. I kept throwing up after all the post firewoks pizza n soda was gone and dry heaved well into the night. Every once in a while my uncle would check on me and giggle a little. "He he, I told ya not to smoke em didn't I he he, bet you won't be doing that no more." And he was right. It was the last one I ever smoked or even wanted. BLAW! and thank God. I'm a non-smoker for life.
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