At the fair each year there was an eating contest of some sort: one year it was pies, the next year twinkies, and so on. I decided I'd enter the year I was 23, thinking I could out-eat anyone who dared to try me.
Only this year, it was hot dogs, which already didn't sit well with me. So as I was on my seventeenth hot dog, I started to feel real queasy, and suddenly I lost my stomach all over the table and the judge standing near me. As the audience howled with laughter and booed at me, I ran off the stage and had to keep being sick over and over again in the parking lot until I felt well enough to be driven home. Never did anything like that ever again.