>Enlist in the Army
>Doing PT with other recruits before shipping off to basic
>Woke up late, Ate giant stouffers macaroni and cheese for breakfast, didn't eat lunch
>wear boots to training not knowing what we're going to do, end up having to not run from this (I should have been thankful, instead, I felt left out)
>Do PT drills, start to feel woozy
>Throw up.
>Throw up again, MASSIVE puke this time
>SGT says, "Shit, you ate NOODLES?"
>Throw up again, even more massively, out my nose. Now everything smells like macaroni and shit
> Finish PT, drink water, go to bathroom, taking a shit
>FUCK, I'm about to throw up again
>Shitting, can't stop
>Grab trashcan, throw up in there instead
>a few minutes later, proceed to ask where the trash bins are outside
>take out trash
I normally have to take out trash at my work, but on a scale of trash nastiness from one to ten, this was a nine, only beaten by a grease/vinegar slurry from the guy who cleans the fryers. My life is awesome.