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Never got sick; I hate vomiting, and I maintain enough perspective to stop short of total shitfaced vomitousness, no matter how much trouble I have speaking.
I came closest on my 21st birthday, when my friends stood me to a seemingly endless succession of Vicious Virgins. But I spaced 'em out and kept my wits (and guts) about me. Meanwhile, my friends drank faster and two of _them_ threw up.
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