unriggable wrote:The funniest is when I got high and ate so much that I vomited at my house. My dad asked if I drank the following day. Close, but no cigar.
That story reminds me of the time when I moved to Arizona and stayed at my brothers place he was renting. I hadn't smoked marijuana in a long time and I was drunk. My brother made a huge bowl of chunky homemade salsa. I ate so much salsa, and then the room felt like it was tumbling (like a ferris wheel ride that has gone terribly wrong!). Next thing you know, I get up and run to the bathroom...I was spraying red chunky salsa all over the house on the way to the bathroom. I completely missed the toilet, and salsa was all over the floor and the walls. I was so drunk and high, I tried to clean it up, but couldn't see straight. I passed out cold, and my sister was nice enough to clean it all up for me...I felt so bad for her. I am still sorry over that. I don't drink and do drugs anymore, but that is one time I won't ever forget!