The stream, sometimes violently projectile-like, of today's (or yesterday's)
semi-digested consumption. It's made possible by sickness, food that didn't agree with the stomach, that last tequila
shot (that you knew you shouldn't take but didn't have the will to disrespect by leaving undrunken), seeing poor souls wearing white after Labor Day (bless their little hearts), thinking some heinous
disgusting thought, other sensory overloads like witnessing or smelling other spewage, or anything that makes you
vom. In sum, the upper body counterpart to sewage, but expelled from the mouth.
We were having a great time, had some food and drinks and were all
set to hang out for the night, but she got a spewage leak and ended up decorating the side of the
car with her
lasagna. Game Over.