The Reverse Peristalsis Experience: Root beer/chocolate mousse technicolor yawnage

"And that was when we both started to bog down. Our stomachs were feeling a bit stretched at this point, and neither the ice cream nor the chocolate mousse were going down very quickly for either of us. In fact, I was laboring with every spoonful. Frank gave up on his ice cream half way through his bowl, but I was determined to finish my mousse. It took 15 minutes, but I did it. We both sat there, barely able to move, surveying the empty plates and tabulating all that we ate for future bragging rights. After that, we decided it was time to catch up with Mom and our sisters.

And that's when I made my near-fatal mistake."

I love a good puke story. (hit the link to read the full upchuck saga.)