So we're walking out of the Jazz game and Chris says, "Boy, I'm drained." I was too, because it soooo hot in the arena and it was a really exciting game, and was pretty physically and mentally exhausting to watch. So we're driving home and I'm sitting in the back and we're listening to 1320 Kfan's postgame show and Chris started to get eerily quiet, but I didn't think too much of it. Out of the blue, he unrolls his window, so I'm thinking, "Great he farted, but I'm glad I'm in the back where I'm not going to smell it." Then I see his head out the window and see chunks flying past me. He proceeded to lose everything all over I-15 and the side of Alan's Durango, and the wind happened to propel some chunks inside and land on me and Matt. It was gross, and it was all we could do to not hurl ourselves. All I can say is thanks, Alan, for driving like a crazy idiot, and thanks, chris, for getting most of your vomit out the window. Next time, I'm riding shot gun.
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Okay so when I first saw that picture, I thought it was the car wash. Upon further review, I realized that it was actually of vomit. Awesome. That is the most disgusting thing I've ever seen.
too bad that window was closed
Not eating dinner + loading up on Aunt Jan's contraband chocolate + getting worked into a frenzy by a Jazz game + Alan's erratic driving = bile down the side of Alan's vehicle. The worst part was that once I started wretching, and Alley started gagging, I started laughing, which made me feel even more ill.
Be honest Jeff, the first thing you thought when this all happened was, "Get the camera, this is going straight to the blog." I'm sure Chris' well-being took a backseat in your mind.
For the record: I was laughing my head off. Jeff you sure are quick with the camera. I saw it twice that day.
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