I was at a friend's house once for a party and I was drinking excessively because I had chipped in for the booze... and you know how that goes... when you have money in it, you want to drink more than the moochers.
so anyway, I got the munchies and ended up eating some godawful 7-11 week-old hot dogs and going back to the party and drinking some more.
after awhile I went out back and one of our buddies comes up and tries to get me to puke so i feel better. He gives me a can of beer. Tells me to chug it, and then stick my finger down my throat. It worked. lol
After puking, I was gone, though, so I stumbled in and my friends tossed me on a bed somewhere...
in the middle of the night, I woke up, and mid-way to the bathroom, I puked all over the carpet in the hallway.
here's how nice a guy I am even when I'm trashed... I went to the bathroom. cleaned myself up. found some carpet cleaner, and went out and cleaned his carpet.
I have another story, too... but I'll hold off on it until more people post