A couple of times, yes. The first was at a barbecue, back when I was in highschool -- I had drinked a little too much by then, and when I went to the bathroom to take a wizz I decided I'd take a puke. After that, I lay down on the ground and everything is a mess. My friends tell me I stayed in the bathroom for a couple of hours -- they'd take turns watching me, since they thought I might vomit upwards and drown in it -- and when I puked something dark/red, they called a cab and took me home. It wasn't the most pleasant experience having my mother open the door and me stumbling inside saying, 'Sorry, I'll never do it again.', before crawling upstairs without another word and going to bed.
The second time was this year -- my former workplace was having a party for the employees, and I mixed Vodka with beer and, apparently, mary jane (I swear to god I thought it was a regular cigarette when I asked for a drag, and it's probably why I passed out). In any case, I got 'sleepy', went to a bench upstairs and lay down. I woke up next to the toilet, also vomitting, and with one of my co-workers there as well. I had puked all over my clothes and had to change into some spare clothing that I had in my closet -- I went home barefoot because my shoes were also all vomitted. That one was much more embarassing than the first time, due to the difference in relationship I had with the people there, but they took it lightly and just joked about it while I worked there.
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