On a family vacation when I was about 10, driving from NJ to FL, we stopped at a Pizza Hut. Meal seemed great, went back to the hotel where we were spending the night and around 11pm I didn't feel so hot. Went to the bathroom and puked like crazy. As I was going back to bed, passed my sister headed to the bathroom. Everyone in our family alternately went back to the head to get rid of this wonderful meal for the rest of the night.
I couldn't eat or smell Pizza Hut again without feeling sick to my stomach until I was in college. Then I guess the beer just numbed the senses.
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