Vomiting isn't bad either, take note. It is, in certain more obvious respects, a show of force. I have always liked this story 'A man holding with one hand to a one-way sign is vomiting into the gutter, another man goes past near him and tells him: "If you only knew how much I agree with you.

People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want
to vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea

You know nothing says love like a man holding a bucket, waiting for you to hurl into it."

"No, offense, you start hurling and I'm going to be needed immediately downstairs in the casino ... I guarantee it."

She glared at him with only her one eye open. "That's not very romantic."

He scoffed at her aggravated tone. "Excuse me? Did I miss something? What has ever been romantic about vomit?"

"A man standing by your side when you're sick. Holding your hair back from your face ... that's romantic."

"In what alternate universe do you live? Here in a place I like to call reality, that's disgusting. Who in their right mind would find that romantic?

I hate almost throwing up. Only pussies throw up.

Canadians, do not vomit on me!

We made love, and then she threw up.