So...

this is the funniest typo ever!

Ungh.

I go to vegas and my friend brings some ecstasy. i take two even though i hadn't done it in a long time (at least a year or two). five minutes after i start feeling it i feel queasy. it was just way too strong for me. this is about 1in the morning. i puked so many times through the night i can't even count. if any stimulus was too strong i would puke. if it smelled bad, if the lights were too strong, if we stopped walking. anything. here's the clincher: i heard a song by sting on a tv and i puked.

here's story #2
we made some pot brownies with the schwag after a friend harvested his crop. we made them WAY too strong. we went to a concert and halfway into it had to leave because we were vibrating. sat in the car thinking we were going to die. both my wife and i opened the door and puked. awful

here's story #3
for my birthday a friend had some vicadin. we all took some and were drinking. i puked

i don't do drugs anymore. i'm too old and a puker

I couldn't eat tuna fish for quite a while after that.

You do the math.

The one time I got drunk enough to be really drunk was when some friends and I tried to make a vodka watermelon. You're supposed to inject a big bottle of vodka into the melon with a fat horse syringe or something. We couldn't find one, so I tried a turkey baster. The hole was way to big so all the stuff just flowed out and made a puddle under it. Dammit. So we just ended up slicing up the melon into little chunks and put it in a bowl with vodka and ate it with spoons like lamers.

I had a lot. Not enough to puke, but I got real dizzy and fell asleep. about 2 hours later I woke up with a ragingly exploding bladder. I staggered to the pisser and let it out, and just as the last drops were gone I passed out. I don't even remember that part. I just remember waking up with my pants down and my buddy hitting me with the door. The funny part of the story is that when I finally managed to get up, I noticed the counter had a new crack in it from my head hitting it on the way down. It didn't even hurt, all I had was a tiny bruise that healed in 3 days, so now I can laugh about it.

2) When I was eighteen, I was at a party where I was really going for it. Someone gave me a drink which had been laced with something awful, possibly schnapps but it may as well have been bleach due to the effect on my insides. I spent the rest of the party in the host's sister's room puking into a bucket. My friend Dan then proceeded to taunt my by picking up soft toy hippo (there were hundreds of soft toys in the room) and repeated moving it towards and away from my face while singing "White Hip-po" (E up to C# down to A).

3) In the back of a minicab on the way back home from a party I felt really ill. My girlfriend was a sleep next to me and I was sat behind the driver trying to decide what to do. In the end I wound down the window and subtley puked out of it. The driver didn't notice me do this and when I arrived home and got out, I was amazed to find that there was not one drop of evidence on the side of the car. This is my single greatest achievement.

At my wifes college back in 96 her and her roomates had a party. I drank way too much and decided it was time to heave. They had a bathroom in their room but I went down the hall with my wife in tow. Sat down in front of the porcelain god and let it fly. Hard. I kept flushing as well because it smelled really bad. Eventually the toilet overflowed and I was puking all the while. Just laying in the puke and overflow. Soaked.

New Years eve a few years back up in NH. Playing beer pong all night eventually got to me and four others. All went outside and vomited at the same time over the porch rail. Trying to see who could vomit the furthest.

yup, it's fun to be a guy.