Alright so this story is pretty descriptive and pretty nasty so if you have a weak stomach be warned. Other than that, it's pretty fucking funny. So one night I smoked like 5-6 bowls within an hour with one of my good friends from HS and was stoned as a motha fucka. I didn't know what was about to come next at the time. Before my toke sesh I hit up the local Kroger and raided the munchies section. (Aka chips, candy, cookies, etc.) I picked up some nutter butters, Oreos, hot bbq Doritos, jalapeño chips, and some filled twizlers. I don't know about you guys but sometimes I get stoned and can't control my munchies whatsoever. This was one of those nights. I sat on my couch and ate a whole 2 rows of Oreos, a whole 2 rows of nutter butters, both bags of chips, and more than half of the family sized twizlers. After all that was said and done my high self wanted some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, so you already know I whipped out a bowl and some milk and did the deed. After I completely stuffed myself into another dimension, I thought it would be nice to smoke one last time before going to sleep. So I hit the bong a few times and happily fell asleep. Now this is where the story takes a turn. I wake up about 4 hours later and walk to the bathroom and I kid you not I looked like a 6 month pregnant woman with how big my stomach was. Like how big your stomach gets after thanksgiving dinner but instead of decent food like turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes it was sugary bullshit that I had just ate. So I wake up with like a massive headache that turns to a nasty stomach ache. So I did what any normal person would do at the time and sit down to try and take a deuce. As soon as I sat down I got that acid reflux feeling in the back of my throat and knew shit was about to get real. (No pun intended) So I'm sitting there trying to think of anything else to make my stomach feel better when I feel a massive belch coming on. So mid shit, I tried to just slowly squeeze it out and no joke, I probably threw up 2 gallons at a pace of 40mph. I'm saying this shit flew out of me like some demon just took over my body. Now I'm sitting here, pants down to my ankles, mid shit, and I just threw up all over my legs, pants, the floor, everything. I'm so fucked up in the head at this point I have no idea how to handle anything better yet function. Then I feel a second wave coming on, and while attempting to switch from a squated shitting position down to my knees over the toilet to a yacking position, i projectile yuked all over the shower curtain, all over the toilet seat and again, on myself and the floor. I could literally taste every sugary food I ate that night come back up again. My puke was the color of the outside of an Oreo, like looked like some tar just oozed out of my body. I finally get my head where it needs to be and finish getting whatever's left in my system out of me and passed out where I was. I wake up with my head and hands hanging in the toilet and one of my best friends at the time banging on the locked door. He has no fucking clue what he's about to walk into. Now at this point I swear I was possessed because after all of that shit I went through, my ass couldn't get off the floor, I was like half dead. So with all my might, I reach up and unlock the door and he comes in and said he was immediately scarred for life. I was still butt ass naked with my pants at my ankles, shoes still on, shirt off, and literally puke everywhere. It was like I could hear him talking to me and I wanted to respond but I couldn't move or form any words or acknowledge him. Anyway, that was an awful clean up and a terrible night but one of the most insane stories of the munchies that I've ever had. I've never had a situation like that ever again in my life and I've smoked nearly every day since. I definitely learned my fucking lesson though when it comes to smoking at night with unlimited munchie food. Well that's my story, and I haven't eaten an Oreo since that day, haunting memories. Hope you enjoyed, let me know how you like my first post. I might post on here more. Since I smoke everyday, I should be able to come up with more stories to tell.