Oh well, at least I didn't have to clean it up.

My brother and I both went to college together and we spent many nights out on the town drinking too much. We lived in a dorm room with a set of bunk beds and an inflatable kids pool on the floor that we used for chilling beer.

After a heavy night of drinking, we came back to the dorm room and hit the sack. I was on the top bunk and my brother was on the bottom bunk. As soon as I closed my eyes, everything started spinning and I started getting sick. I could feel the puke coming up and leaned over and threw up over the edge of my bed. I think about a gallon came out and landed on my brother, the floor, our pool, the desk--Everywhere.

I then passed out and woke up in the morning. Our room smelled like ass and my brother was sleeping in my puke.

I climbed off of the top bunk and thought about how terrible it would be to clean this up. Then I had an idea:

I kicked my brother in the ass and woke him up and said "What the f&%# did you do? You puked everywhere... Wake up and clean this shit up." He slowly looked around, said, "Sorry man" and started cleaning it up. I went to breakfast and came back to find the room almost perfectly clean.

After he finished his job, I told him what really happened. He never forgave me! Oh well, at least I didn't have to clean it up. It has been almost 10 years since that night and I still harass him about cleaning up my puke.