LR3
Rock Crawler
As any 18 year old I enjoy Taco Bell because its cheap and fairly good food. After school a friend of mine and me ran up there to get something to eat before we headed out to a local offroad group meet and greet. I ordered what I typically do, two crunchwrap's and a hard taco with frozen Baja Blast. The meet and greet was about an hour away in Jasper Georgia, so we just ate on the way. I'm not sure if it was something they didn't cook correctly or not but this shit tore my stomach up.
This is worse than that time I shit myself in Target, which I didn't think was possible. This is projectile vomiting.
It started as the feeling of heart burn. I have heart burn so I am used to it by now but this kept getting worse as we drove and finally it just hit. I went to cough but when I did, a cough didn't come out, but instead a waterfall of the foulest chunkiest, most artificial meat filled vomit ever ruptured.
Wide eyed my friend looked over and was like "dude what the fawk just happened" as if he couldn't tell. I just puked you dumb shit. I found a place to turn around so we headed back towards home, windows down to relieve us of the stench when it happened. From beside me I hear the mistakable sound of gastric regurgitation and without even looking over I know what happened, but I knew I had to look over.
Big mistake.
It was covering the dash and dripping down into the floor. Now I can handle my own vomit, but somebody's else, that just doesn't fly. Upon seeing his stomach spilled out into my Jeep I start puking again, this time only it lands on the arm rest and spills over to his side, to which he returns with more vomit. At this point almost the whole dash is covered in vomit, and so are both of us. We get back into town and I knew that I had to get my Jeep's interior cleaned, but like I said I don't do vomit. I had to find someone else to deal with our fluids.
I took it to the local hand wash car wash, after going home and putting on some other clothes and brushing my teeth about five times.
I got to the car wash and got out and told the man I needed an exterior wash (Might as well since I'm here) and full interior cleaning with shampoo'd carpets and tons of air freshener. He asked for the keys so I handed them to him and he went and opened the door. As soon as he opened the door he uttered the words "what the fawk" and then puked....right in my floor board. Now like I already said I can't do other people's vomit so seeing him excrete his foul stomach contents I too began throwing up again, this time in the parking lot, and to the sound of me throwing up, he began doing it also.
They asked me to move my car to the washing area so I obliged, and after they did the exterior wash they sent it over to the guy to do the interior. He opened the door and to my surprise (and pleasure) didn't start puking! Instead he looked over at me and asked "Your Jeep?". I replied that it was and he said "damn son, I feel sorry for you. Thats some nasty chunks". Finally about half an hour of cleaning the dash and wheel alone, and another good hour doing the carpets and discarding the seat covers, it was vomit free and finally smelling less like the a Mexican's bathroom after a night of drinking.
Taco Bell. Never again.
This is worse than that time I shit myself in Target, which I didn't think was possible. This is projectile vomiting.
It started as the feeling of heart burn. I have heart burn so I am used to it by now but this kept getting worse as we drove and finally it just hit. I went to cough but when I did, a cough didn't come out, but instead a waterfall of the foulest chunkiest, most artificial meat filled vomit ever ruptured.
Wide eyed my friend looked over and was like "dude what the fawk just happened" as if he couldn't tell. I just puked you dumb shit. I found a place to turn around so we headed back towards home, windows down to relieve us of the stench when it happened. From beside me I hear the mistakable sound of gastric regurgitation and without even looking over I know what happened, but I knew I had to look over.
Big mistake.
It was covering the dash and dripping down into the floor. Now I can handle my own vomit, but somebody's else, that just doesn't fly. Upon seeing his stomach spilled out into my Jeep I start puking again, this time only it lands on the arm rest and spills over to his side, to which he returns with more vomit. At this point almost the whole dash is covered in vomit, and so are both of us. We get back into town and I knew that I had to get my Jeep's interior cleaned, but like I said I don't do vomit. I had to find someone else to deal with our fluids.
I took it to the local hand wash car wash, after going home and putting on some other clothes and brushing my teeth about five times.
I got to the car wash and got out and told the man I needed an exterior wash (Might as well since I'm here) and full interior cleaning with shampoo'd carpets and tons of air freshener. He asked for the keys so I handed them to him and he went and opened the door. As soon as he opened the door he uttered the words "what the fawk" and then puked....right in my floor board. Now like I already said I can't do other people's vomit so seeing him excrete his foul stomach contents I too began throwing up again, this time in the parking lot, and to the sound of me throwing up, he began doing it also.
They asked me to move my car to the washing area so I obliged, and after they did the exterior wash they sent it over to the guy to do the interior. He opened the door and to my surprise (and pleasure) didn't start puking! Instead he looked over at me and asked "Your Jeep?". I replied that it was and he said "damn son, I feel sorry for you. Thats some nasty chunks". Finally about half an hour of cleaning the dash and wheel alone, and another good hour doing the carpets and discarding the seat covers, it was vomit free and finally smelling less like the a Mexican's bathroom after a night of drinking.
Taco Bell. Never again.
