Hannes Pukerinen
He launched the first one at 11.59 a.m. The second one, equally powerful, saw the light of day at about 2.30 p.m. And there would be six more in the next 16 hours. Fountains of puke, that is. And when I say fountains, I mean fountains.
When I was in high school, a friend of mine used to draw a picture of a Roarman all over the place. It was a picture of a cartoon guy, that vomited so that his entire mouth was filled with puke, like playing backwards a film where somebody hoses some puke into his mouth.
For some very weird reason, Hannes was Roarman for 18 hours. He puked 8 times in 18 hours. He ate about 7 times in those 18 hours. What was weird about the whole thing (he's fine now, and demands my attention ;) was that he would puke, Jessica and I would semi-freak out and Hannes would just laugh. Same thing every time. He would play with his toys or something, then puke, and just laugh and continue whatever he was doing.
Tough, little guy. My guy.
