Chris and I smuggled Rumplemints into a movie once. He had told me about how he and an old girlfriend used to take shooters etc. Well, of course I couldn't be outdone. So I played along. and played. and played. and played.
That night, I hurled on his living room floor several times- remembering none of it the next morning.
Poor guy had to not only clean up the mess, but give me a bath and get me to bed. He was a really good sport about it. He still loves me to this day, but no longer dares me to do shooters!!! I think he deserved it for comparing me to another woman. I am like NO OTHER WOMAN. Now he knows that:cool: :D ;)