This one leads a little lead in:
Saturday night after all was said and done, some of us stragglers were out in the courtyard hanging out. I was having a nice conversaton with Guy from Oceans of Sadness and someone (who shall remain nameless unless they pipe in) joined us. He was asking me about my band and everything seemed normal, when all at once he's like, "Wait a minute" and turns around and starts his way towards the grass (or whatever is there) and proceeds to projectile vomit the entire contents of his stomach onto the garden area. Truly disgusting! So he's over there for a few minutes while Guy and continue or conversation. He walks back over all nonchalant wiping his face, holds out a beer, and asks someone to open it for him. First of all, I can't believe he's even standing, much less coherent (which he was) he just finished killing whatever was growing there and now he's going to keep going?!?!?!
Me: You are really going to keep going after emptying the entire conents of your stomach?
Him: Oh yeah, I was making more room.
Priceless. Disgusting, but priceless.

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