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One time in high school I went to a college graduation party with my best friend; the party was for a friend of my sister's, they were all about 10+ years older than us. We were 17. I didn't really like beer much and spent the whole evening drinking straight margarita mix - no ice, no crushed ice, just margarita mix and tequila.
At one point I realized that I was feeling awful and wanted to go to the bathroom. Thought I was probably going to be sick. Bathroom was occupied so I went in their guest room and locked the door. I ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, and then projectile vomiting ALL OVER THE FUCKING WALL AND CARPET. Just gallons of vomit. I got super nervous and something made me think that the best way to clean up was to take off my shirt, take off my white undershirt, and somehow, drunkenly, clean up the puke. Not sure how well I did because i was hammered out of my mind, but for some reason I took my puke soaked undershirt and stuffed it in a cowboy boot in the closet...
Later that night my sister's boyfriend was asking me if I got sick, and I kept denying it, but they knew it was me.
Fast forward a few months and the homeowners started to notice a really nasty smell in that bedroom. Turns out I had also puked into an air conditioner vent and it was all caked in there and smelling when they turned the air on.
At some point after that I ran into those people at an REM concert in Dallas, in 1996. My sister had passed away that summer and it was my first time to see those people since her funeral (not trying to bring down the awesomeness of this story, just adding for context.) Anyhow, they said I should come by for dinner sometime but at the very end threw in a "Just don't get sick in our house again," and kind of patted me on the back. I was busted. Never heard about the fate of my puke soaked shirt in their cowboy boot.
Wait, that's not embarrassing, it's fucking awesome. WINNING.