When I see acne it makes me vomit. It’s a cyst-emetic reaction.
If someone is vomiting, call emetic.
Choking on fruit? Call the pear-emetics.
Missing the barf bucket and puking on the floor, now that’s beyond the pail.
Ancient Romans considered vomitoriums a good place to un-wine.
As a stumbling drunk threw up all over my garden one night I looked up at the sky and whispered, ‘This is truly heavin’ on earth.”
I love to vomit. It feels heavin’ly.
Golf makes me so nervous that I puke. I guess that’s barf for the course.