Oh hell yeah I got your back. Fuck man, I puked in there about two months ago. Went to Roosters. Hadn't eaten all day...I'm starting to sense a pattern here. Anyway, I was already three sheets, and I order some onion petals. So I eat the onion petals. We head to Tony's. I order four shots. Two 252's and two cherry bombs. Buddy's like "I'm not taking those". Fuck. I take one of the 252's. Disaster strikes. I don't even make it to the toilet. I puked in the sink. It's all backed up. 
Some may have hit the floor. I put a huge amount of paper towels on the floor and wiped it around with my foot. I go back to the bar, take the shots and tell my buddy.."we need to leave". The next time I went into Tony's, they knew. I confessed and it was pretty fucking funny.
...so about two hours and no joke, fifteen shots of jager AFTER I ate the cheesesticks...I walk, slowly, to the restroom...and fucking hurl cheesesticks, marinara, and jager all the fuck over. I tried to stop it with my hand...imagine putting your thumb halfway over the mouth of a garden hose. 
