The very last time I ever played Quarters, I’d made my brother drink some nasty old peach liqueur that my buddy had dug out of the back of his mom’s liquor cabinet. We’d gone through an almost full bottle of Jim Beam(One of the big “Yeah, I’m a raging alchie” bottles) a case of beer, and I think some airplane bottles of vodka. After he’d polished off the nasty, my brother got this weird look on his face, and immediately stood up and started heading for the bathroom. As he was passing me, I said, “Whatever you do, do NOT puke on me!” I’m an idiot, because he paused to listen to me and the pause was long enough for his stomach to give the mighty heave, covering me in a mess of random nasty booze, salsa and chips, and a few other things that I could only guess at. I got absolutely furious and immediately sprang up and delivered a pummeling to my brother that I’d always wanted to, but never could because he was older and stronger. As we wrestled to the ground we were spinning, which caused all of the puke trapped in my hair to go whinging off across the house, splattering all in attendance with my brother’s stomach gore.
Needless to say, we were promptly booted for his booting upon my brow and crown.