tactical chunder
This is a chunder or puke which is invoked voluntarily through the use of a physical or physchological trigger such as shoving fingers down throat/drinking salty water or imagining eating slugs/watching your grandparents have kinky sex. The tactical chunder is widely regarded as an essential whitey management skill which can, in the right hands, prove to be the turning point for a particularly brutal session.
Those skilled enough to manage this procedure are likely to be well versed in advanced whitey management. However, for the beginner, basic post-tactical chunder guidelines should include: removal of excess sheen; consumption of fresh air, water and possibly even some solids; laying off the bong for at least 15 minutes.
Viewed as repulsive and sacrilegious by many, a voluntary tactical chunder is a far better alternative to the onset of a full-blown whitey and its associated perils. However, for those who have seen the light (and are capable of pre-whitey self-diagnosis), employment of the tactical chunder will continue to bring significant rewards.
Those skilled enough to manage this procedure are likely to be well versed in advanced whitey management. However, for the beginner, basic post-tactical chunder guidelines should include: removal of excess sheen; consumption of fresh air, water and possibly even some solids; laying off the bong for at least 15 minutes.
Viewed as repulsive and sacrilegious by many, a voluntary tactical chunder is a far better alternative to the onset of a full-blown whitey and its associated perils. However, for those who have seen the light (and are capable of pre-whitey self-diagnosis), employment of the tactical chunder will continue to bring significant rewards.
Example:
Despite feeling a bit queasy, I took the mixed bong from Robbie and sucked it to death. Immediately, I could feel the beginnings of a potentially lethal whitey - light-headedness, churning stomach and full-body sheen. I made a swift dash to the toilet and performed a tactical chunder.
Despite feeling a bit queasy, I took the mixed bong from Robbie and sucked it to death. Immediately, I could feel the beginnings of a potentially lethal whitey - light-headedness, churning stomach and full-body sheen. I made a swift dash to the toilet and performed a tactical chunder.