Hey /b/. I'll cut right to the chase here; I witnessed my imoutou puking.
She'd been complaining of a fever all day, and that compelled me to stalk around, since I knew her vomiting would be inevitable. So I spent the day quietly observing in separate rooms, until I was sure she was ready to blow.
The catalyst was old, over the counter ibuprofen. Within seconds of taking it, she violently hurled all over the place. She quickly got a bag to barf into, and promptly chucked it into the garbage bin, after completely emptying herself out into the toilet.
That's where this thread comes in.
After dinner, I'm going to sneak outside, pretending to take out the trash from my room, and slyly scoop up the doubtlessly-fetid vomit (it's over 100 degrees out) into a bag.
Here are the dilemmas I face:
-We're out of ziplocs, so I'm going to have to dig one out of the dumpster.
-Ziplocs are clear, so I'll need to dig for an old takeout bag in the dumpster to put the ziploc filled with vomit inside it, so I can carry the precious goods back in without being caught.
-This requires me to climb into the dumpster, which is conveniently placed in front of a security camera my father keeps on at all times, as is the trash bin.
This is a risky mission, gentlemen. I may not come back a free man. But, if you keep this thread up on page 1, and I evade capture, tonight you will see glorious chunks from a skinny, dark sleek-haired, b-cupper imouto. If I had to give a visual aid, she's essentially Ayumu Kasuga in the flesh; both in looks and personality.