C’mon, man. Did you really have to misery-one-upsmanship this article? Do you walk into funerals and ask “You think this is bad? My parents, siblings, and cats all died in a house fire.”

Still referred to as “The Tequila Incident.”

I had been dating this guy for a few months, and after a relative’s funeral, I met him for drinks (beer and wings). We went back to my place, eventually went to sleep, and I woke up in the middle of the night and was immediately violently ill. No time to even turn my head. I threw up chicken wings and beer all over…