Burrito Apocolypse

See? More chicken. Don't eat chicken in these parts, folks.

I can see what this guy was thinking, too. "I ain't bothering to chew this cause ima just puke it up anyway."

Moar Chicken Puke

You know, this just doesn't even phase me anymore. Chicken puke in the rain? No problem. I'm impervious to the random disgustings about this neighborhood.

I am kind of starting to become suspicious of the chicken of the area, though, since it does seem to get puked up a lot.

Thanks for submission Malisams! It's a beautiful day in Portland today and the sun is shining down on this fresh puke on 3rd and Oak street for us. If you look closely you can see that even the puke is smiling.

Looks like pretty standard fare here: vanilla malt, curly fries and ketchup.

Spring is here! Spring is here!

Christmas just changes everything, doesn't it?

Another user submission! Yes! Thanks Mutz/Malisams and everyone else who informed me about it.

Have you ever seen such jolly vomit? What do y'all think this is made up of? I have some guesses and they all contain cranberries, but I'm really, really, trying to work in the phrase 'too much Christmas Blood Loaf' but sadly I just can't.

When one co-worker asked about the feathers, another who witnessed it first hand replied, "the pigeons were eating it". I saw the physical wave of illness pass over his face and it was then that fully realized what I'm doing with this blog is right.

Merry Christmas, everyone. Merry Christmas.

Frozen Blood Puke

I love my co-workers. Annie tipped me off to 'two pukes outside of the Fox and Hounds' so I hurried over, got a quick couple of shots off and bam! Here we are again. Disgusted, confused, perhaps fascinated.

I asked ChrisA which shot I should use and was instead told, "You have a strange hobby". Clearly, he was trying to tell me "use them both".

See? I listen.

The Horrid Puke Bake

You really don't realize just how much puke is out there, folks. It's everywhere--we just opt not to notice. I've trained my mind and honed my perceptual skills to, um, perceive these piles of gastric distress, however, and I'm getting quite good at it. Sometimes I can see a potential blog entry up to 200 meters away. True story.

Well, actually I could smell this one 200 meters away because it was baking.

Seeing that this was right outside of Downtown Freddy Brown's I'm guessing it was the Chicken Mushroom Casserole--which happened to be their special today.

Skittles, Puke and Blood

Honestly? I've no idea what this deplorable glop could be but it smelled like Skittles, puke and blood and was found in front my favorite halfway house on Couch. Maybe someone puked up a skinned mouse. The worst part is that I had to go back and get a 2nd closeup shot of it because I fat-fingered the first one.

Oh, the lengths at which I go for my adoring audience.

And yeah, this has grey hair in it, too.

Too Drunk to Chew their Chicken Strips

This was beyond gross and was a severe test of my fortitude and endurance. You should Paypal me some money for the second shot alone. Look how close I got!

This is a clear cut case of someone being too drunk to chew but not drunk enough to get themselves out of sight to puke. Be honest now, we've all been there.