I remember lying on the floor to watch TV when the ceiling started to spin like a propeller. I ran upstairs and flung open the door to the bathroom, only to find about nine other kids puking their guts out. I muscled my way in at the bathtub and proceeded to endure about two hours of the dry heaves, all the time begging God to help me. I'm surprised that my girlfriend got that odor out of the bathroom before her Parents came back on Monday. The smell would have gagged a maggot.
That was the last time I ever did anything that stupid.
Yep I can not stand to drink orange juice to this day. Horrible.