And so...
Okay, so, over the years of college drinking, I've learned my limit, I've passed out cold in two occasions not remembering what happened, and from this, I've learn two things... 1) When I go numb... Stop... 2) for god sakes eat something before consuming alcohol...
So it is very rare that I get sick... But I did, for a very short period of time. So all has died down for the night... And I lay in bed, and Joe is chillin' and watching ESPN. And all the sudden I don't feel so good. So as previously learned, I knew it would be a good idea to go make myself toss my cookies.
So, I tell Joe, "Hey, I'll be right back, I'm going to make myself yack!". Which he wasn't too sure how to respond.
So off to the bathroom I go... YACK!
So I'm yacking right, it's this god awful pink from the punch... and I'm puking... and puking... and I stop... Ahhh, all done... Nope, two more rounds... but here is the kicker...
All the sudden, this huge chunk of pizza I had not three hours comes flying out of my mouth. Now granted, I wouldn't even be bringing this story up, but this piece of pizza was HUGE! I was like, "How did I swallow this in the first place?!?!?". Seriously, did two pieces of pizza I ate merge together and make a bigger chunk of pizza in my stomach, and then flew out of my mouth. I'm not kidding, when it hit the water (or well, the pink liquid that contaminated the toilet water), it splashed so hard I had to jump and miss it hitting me in the eye. After that, I knew I was done, or rather, I was afraid to expunge any more fluid from my body in the fear of my spleen shortly following.