I have a puke story to share.
This gal I used to work with fell madly, head over heels in lust with my roommate (I've mentioned him in other threads; he was the greasy hombre). Anyway, her brilliant plan was to get him totally shit faced then "offer" herself to him in hopes that being drunk and chock full of alcohol he'd go along and give her a good rogering.
When the weekend arrived, she enlisted me to buy the booze and we had one of our regular get togethers at our apartment. The night went splendidly, we ate, we played music, we drank, we pissed off the neighbors and fended off a few visits from the police. Around 4 in the morning, my roommate, now slobbering drunk heads to his bed to pass out. The plan-master follows him with a hefty bottle of Boones and a sly smile.
About 30 minutes later we my roommate heaving, the gal screaming and a few seconds later she's running out the bedroom with very little on and covered in vomit. It seems her plan to get him drunk worked like a charm. She hit on him and he accepted (he was never very picky. One of those "pulse-optional guys" Locs mentioned). Apparently, however, as they were going at it, she got a little carried away and the bouncing became a little too much and my roommate projectile vomited all over his bed mate and himself. The rest....well, explains itself, no?
We had a lot of good laughs at the expense of that poor, poor girl.
