You know, for someone who loves physics, I would have thought (well, before I had my own kids), that projectile vomit would be an event to marvel and exceed the exciting expectations that its name suggests. However, at 1:00 AM, when the vomit has landed on a pile of books you like three feet away, the last thing on my mind was to break out the lab note paper and instruments of calculation to record speed, distance, trajectory, exit force, etc.
Behold, I have traded my pencil and calculator for receiving blankets and a heck of a lot huggies wipes.
Sounds fun ;) I have also seen this however it came out of a 90ish year old and just barely missed getting on me...lol
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