I used to be a sympathetic vomiter; like Lard Ass Hogan style.

And then I had kids, and cleaning up vomit became a daily event.

A few years ago Jack puked on a plane. The flight attendants responded quickly, and provided me with plastic bags to contain the pukey clothes and coffee pods to manage the smell. Because there are some sympathy yackers out there.

Like the dad who texted an excellent kid puke-driven narrative to his wife that went viral today.

It is called barfblog.