Have you heard about the drunk country music fan who was invited on stage and projectile vomited on the crowd at a Dierks Bentley concert?  It's one of the best stories I've seen this week.  In fact, I was so inspired, I conducted a stupid poll on my Facebook page today.  The question was, "Who'd You Puke On"?

My friend Jason Frost answered: "I've vomited with my head out the window of my GF's car while doing 80 on the freeway. I got super hammered at a show and on the way home I rolled the window down to get air and had my head laying on the door. When I felt it coming up I couldn't even lift my head up, just pointed my mouth out and let it go.  Kori was so pissed at me forever about that. I cleaned up most of it, but she kept finding more vomit in weird places in and around the car."

My pal Steve Stansbery wrote: "I threw up in my backpack once. Still use it too."

Sarah Zavesky also had an interesting experience:  "Years ago, at an office Christmas party, my boss at the time drank a bit to much and vomited on me."  Here's hoping that Sarah was able to parlay that incident into a nifty holiday bonus.

Wayne Hamilton added, "Haven't barfed on anyone, but in my SCA days, I did drink enough to barf and change the natural color of the grass. They started a betting pool on where I'd do it next. Needless to say, I haven't drank in well over 6 years".

And, not to be outdone, my good pal Adam Guiterrez shared this gem, "I threw up on the doctor that fixed my flat feet...I'M STILL SO  SORRY, DOCTOR!"

Sadly, I've had a few embarrassing moments of my own.  Back in high school, my buddies and I played a game called "The Century Club".  The rules are simple:  you drink a 1 oz. shot of beer every minute for 100 minutes. It sounds easy, but it's not.  I made it to minute 78 before I lost my lunch all over my friend's basement.

I also had a run in with a bottle of Jagermeister several years ago.  It was the first time my vomit was ever pitch black.  I have had a healthy amount of fear for the deer every since.

Then there was the time in college when I had a steamy make out session with a drunk chick.  People kept staring at me for the rest of the night and I didn't know why.  Later, I learned that, before I arrived at the party, the drunk chick had spend several minutes in the bathroom puking her guts out.  No wonder her breath smelled like Chili Cheese Fritos.

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