Yeah it does allright.
I got a small chicken bone stuck in my throat once, was mixed in with all the gravy and good bits at the end of my plate (hangi)
So I hoovered the last scoop down and it stuck firm in my throat, bloody horrible feeling.
I looked around for a likely first aider/heimlicker (look, I just made a word) and none looked suitably qualified.
By then it must have been nearing a minute and my missus and her mates noticed and were asking me if I was ok.
Nek minut, my body must have decided that oxygen was about due and I heaved it out in a great big cough/lurch type thing.
I kept that little curved one inch killer for a few years, bloody scarry shit.
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