You had to do this....
Okay you asked for it and some of this may not be for chillin's eyes but I think it was sort of comical and it should be a lesson to all. It is a true human experience.
I was about 12 years old and had spent a warm spring day where I had stopped and engorged myself with little green crab apples while I sat in this beautiful tree on the side of a bridge by the railroad track.
There was a young couple in our neighborhood that were good friends with my parents. They had a couple of young kids and wanted to go out. They liked me and asked if I could babysit for a few hours on a Saturday night. They said they'd pay me and I could have any food in the house I wanted. That was a special treat for a growing boy with 6 other brothers and sisters in the house. There was no such thing as extra or late for dinner.
When they opened the pantry at their house to show me the treats I could have I was in awe. Very cool. Snacks and I get paid!!! They left a number they could be reached at. Big color TV all to myself...wow FTW at this moment I felt like a king! What strange twist of fate had altered my life for these few hours. Yes at this moment, for these hours, I am king!
They left and I kicked back with an already opened bag of chips The chips had a strange taste to them. I had never tasted chips like that but I was going to have my fill with a big glass of cola on the rocks.
I was kicking back and watching the big color TV. I noticed a cool looking cabinet with a glass door and a closer look revealed it was wine. We always had wine at our house especially on weekends when our family would come and visit. My 12 year old pea brain says, "Hey live it up a little! It's not like you've never tasted wine before. So I pour myself a nice size glass of red wine. I'm drinking this great tasting wine with funny tasting tater chips enjoying color TV at it's finest!
Then it happens. Why is the TV moving!?!?

Oh crap! why is every moving!?!?! I don't feel so good!

I realized I was going to throw-up.
Now this part is not for the squeemish or maybe young kids. So you all have to leave the room...This really happened to me....
I start to run up the stairs to the second floor where the one bath room is in the house and as I'm running another urgent bodily alarm goes off.

The "Your gonna 5h1t yer pants" alarm goes off. Oh my God!

The funny tasting chips were rancid. The oils in the chips had turned to a toxic poison. I'm a 12 year old runt on a drunk with no alcoholic tolerance. I live with 6 other kids and nothing ever goes rancid!
I dropped my pants just in time!
I hit the toilet just in time as a violent torrent unleashes from my body that makes Linda Blair in "The Exorcist" look tame. Remember my big crab apple meal? Undigested pieces in enormous quantities where violently shooting out of the back of me like a fire hose. The combination of smell and violent reaction brought probably the worst throw up I'll ever experience. I made sounds I have never made before as I launched a never experienced before, violent barrage of puke.
I didn't know that you could throw up pieces of crab apples through your nose!!!! And to top it off I tried to aim for the bowl between my legs but there was no way a toasted kid could get up fast enough, so my natural lurching forward put the goods shooting out of my nose and mouth straight into the crotch of my underwear. Amazingly there was nothing on the floor!
I was still gasping for air trying to get the chunks of crab apple out of my nose when I could hear them coming in the door downstairs calling Cliffy Cliffy!
Nothing says your reign as king has ended like pulling up your pants and shorts and sinking your tenders into cold chunks of green crab apple and barf. I thought I might get away with it but that was that 12 year old pea brain again. They took me home. I had to pay the price. My parents were and still are the best!
To this day I have no physical tolerance for anything harder than a soda. I can drink a beer just fine but that's it......