Definition: When your vomit resembles used coffee grounds – dark, gritty, and looking like it was scraped out of a diner’s percolator at 3 AM. This isn’t last night’s espresso revenge; it’s literal blood chunks from your digestive tract staging a horror movie cameo. Treating it as a “weird food thing” is like ignoring a tornado siren because the sky looks “artistically gray.”
Example: Kyle shrugged off his “grounds for panic” episode after Taco Tuesday, blaming the dubious guac. When he hurled a second batch that looked like wet fireplace ashes, his roommate yelled, “That’s not salsa verde, that’s internal bleeding!” The ER nurse took one glance and upgraded him from “hangover” to “code brown.”