I felt noxious, absolutely horrible. I had just been out to a restaurant, and accidentally ordered a large serving. I thought I could pack it away, but I guess I was wrong. Once I had left the restaurant, I started driving back towards my home. I was about to puke my guts out, and I couldn't hold it back much longer! I drove my car along the highway, as I raced home. I knew I had to make it back before my leather seats became covered in chewed up boneless dry ribs and garlic toast! "Come on, Seth, you can do this!" That's what I kept telling myself, but it just wasn't working. I was a 25 minute drive away from my house, and I could barely hold on for another 5 minutes.
I decided that I was going to have to hop out of the vehicle, and spew on the side. Unfortunately, I came to an area populated with people! The looming tents in my peripheral vision told me that I had stumbled across a circus of some sort! I couldn't puke in a populated area like this! I had to get inside, and make it to