One time, at my friend's open house I decided that I had to get as fucked up as possible for whatever reason. So I start poundin beers with my friends as fast as i could. I was pretty glad because i was beginning to like the taste of beer again after a bad experiance a few months before.
Anyways, about an hour and 8 or 9 brewskys later i decided to split a nicely wrapped blunt with two friends. Now by this time i was plenty high (you know when your mouth starts gettin dry), and i crack open another beer, telling myself i have not yet reached the limit...
My friend had a couple of those terribly dutch master cigars lying around so i lit one up thinking it was all in good fun (i had never smoked a cigar in my life).
It was after i finished the cigar that it hit me.. I felt so sick I thought I was gonna die! I collapsed on the couch a my friend brought a bucket over for me to throw up in. I felt like i was suspended in animation or something because an hour of me not moving an inch felt like 5 minutes. Finally i began to puke my brains out but i still didnt feel any better, so i started to panick and somehow managed to call my dad to come pick me up. (i figured that if he found out i was obliyerated it would be better than my mom).
How i got out of that apartment i dont know... If you have ever seen the comfortably numb part in pink floyd's the wall where the guy is dragged out to his limo, well, that scene is the best way i can think to describe this horrible moment.

lmao my dad didnt catch me though.... it was a miricle from God

iv'e never had a bad experiance unless alchohol was involved