Your standard chain reaction vomit, Mexico, and jackass snapshots
When I was in college, my fraternity had this all day party every year and the more hardcore amongst us started it off each time by going out to this river in the morning and killing a keg between us. The rule, in typical moronic fraternity fashion, was that the tap on the keg could never be turned off from start to finish and none could spill, so somebody's cup always had to be being filled. Sounds easy enough if you've got 20 or so guys, but it's not. That's a lot of beer, and coming fast. And I've never been able to chug, funnel, or shotgun beer. It makes me sick (first discovered at age 16 in a horrid chili-cheese-hotdog-spewing-wall-coating incident at a friend's house). So I did my best, but this was on a hangover stomach, too, so it was bound to happen. I walked away from the keg a few steps and roared it all back out again. As I looked up into the eyes of the guy next to me, he had this mildly disgusted/shocked look on his face and I saw him catch a whiff, and then he let loose too, and the guy next to him immediately followed. And the funny part was that there was sort of a delayed reaction after that, maybe 10 or 15 seconds, everybody kind of standing very still and swallowing, but then two more guys puked on the other side of the keg, one after another. It's like the first two guys were done in by the smell and the second two fought valiantly against the visuals but were ultimately defeated. Fantastic! I was proud to have started the ball rolling.

I also just returned from Mexico, where basically all the food and water gives you violent diarrhea and vomit. It's like something huge explodes in your head and comes out both mouth and nostrils like whitewater rapids, accompanied by a horrible grunting, gurgling, liquid shout. The funny thing was that after I was finished, I woke up a couple of times during the night to hear my bunkmates having the identical experience. Normally people puke differently, kind of like how everyone's laugh is different. But whatever this is, it hits everyone the same, and sounds the same coming out. Fun! It happened to another guy at the breakfast table the next morning. With expert reflexes he managed to spin and direct it into a nearby planter.

My other fond puke memory is only in the form of snapshots. A girl who I didn't really like asked me to a concert of a band I did like, so I went. But I determined to have a good time despite her. So I was downing lots of bourbon before the show and snuck a fat flask of it in with me in my boot. Things went downhill very quickly and most of the evening is blank after that. I'm left only with snapshots, which seem to have been punctuated with vomit. Flashhh - Puking on the backs of the people in the row in front of us. Flashhh - on hands and knees on the nice rug in the very non-vomit-appropriate lobby, puking. Somewhere between those two, somebody hit me and I think that's when I lost my glasses. Flashhh - puking on my date in the cab. Flashhh - puking in her front yard. And then nothingness. Hey, at least she never asked me out again after that. That'll teach her.
(kookoobirdz, Fri 20 Aug 2004, 22:16, Reply)