New Years 1987ish, I ate the worm and drank most of the fifth. Puked on the porch trying to get the key in the door. I was to fucked up to clean it up till the next day. HaHaHa! On a side note Strawberry Daiquiris look nasty coming out while your in the shower. My first puke session was when I was 15, drank 14 Old Milwaukee's while rafting the Boise River in Idaho. I held it till the drive home and wound up Ziebarting the back half of my uncles friends brand new Land Cruiser. Poor guy, thing had less than 500 miles on it.
career total from age 18-30: probably a couple hundred times.
During my peak fish years, I would drink a few beers (~5) and feel really full. Then, I'd intentionally slam a warm beer and empty my stomach. After that, no problems for the rest of the night. Once I realized that this became a ritual at every party, I stopped drinking to get drunk. Now, it's rare for me to have more than three drinks per sitting and I don't drink at home.
..the best is when the super drunkard pukes all over someone 's house then tries their best to clean it up.
Usually goes something like ..ohh I'ms so freakin sorry let me clean that up....slop slop slosh (with a cotton ball). Someone helps keep their hair from joining the pizza and daiquiri puree. Eventually you get them up off the floor and convince them that it's ok, we don't need that kind of help thanks. Oh the good times where have they gone