Okay, so Sunday night rolls around and my friend asks to come and chill. He pulls up in his flashy Mustang and we go to pick up some weed. I feel very unsafe driving with him because he is reckless. He texts while he drives, goes 80 in a 50 most times, doesn't wear a seatbelt (consciously ignoring the repetitive beeping of the seatbelt indicator). A couple of years ago, he let one of my good friends drive his car, without a license and very little knowledge of how a car operates. Needless to say, he crashed the 'Stang into a tree on some dude's lawn and totaled it. We recently made plans to start workin' out together... I'll say that he's a "guy" for sure. Likes to fuck bitches, work out, drink beer, be stupid like the rest of 'em (granted I'm a dude too but I'm a little more... odd)... anyways, let's just say he values his manhood. He told me he anally fucked his girlfriend for the first time, so I guess that's sweet. Even when we went to go and pick up, I introduced him to my dealer, and afterwards he said "Yeah if he tried to short us, no biggie... he had a woman's handshake". Stuff like that. WELL, we get back to my place and start toking some bowls. It's just regular chin bud you find in Ontario quite a bit. I pack a pipe bowl... and we pass that back and forth. We're chillin' on the couch, high as fuck, when he sits up and pukes on my floor. At first I thought it was a sneeze. I'm like "Dude did you puke?" He tried answering, but instead cupped a hand over his mouth and grabbed my trash bin, and proceeded to puke like 8 times... it was horrifying. I got him some water and shit - he was like dry heaving. I could tell he was embarrassed as fuck, but I didn't care... told him shit happens. I made him clean up the puke on the floor, but when it came time to empty the puke-soaked paper towels and vomit from the bin, he refused to take it out to the street and dump it in the sewer. I have done this before, and while I would have rather disposed of it in another manner, I didn't want to bring that in my house or anything. Fuckin' reeked. It's getting close to 1am by the this point... and he's like barely awake on my couch, complaining that he has the drips (likened it to when he did coke). He asks to chill out until he can drive back "safely" (how fucking ironic), when I wanted to be asleep by midnight. In the end I told him he could just wait there, but that I was going in. I was brushing my teeth, and I saw him run out fast, dump it in the sewer, and then drive the fuck out of the there. Next day, he said he would want to go to the gym at 12:30-1... he texts me saying how embarrassing that was... and I still asked if we were going to work out. He didn't answer the 5 texts I sent him all day, so I ended up going without him. I think he was too embarrassed to show his face, for some reason. I don't care that he puked, because SHIT HAPPENS, but I guess his masculine pride has been shattered or something.