Corn dog from the food court in the Staten Island mall when I was 20. I was standing in my kitchen, next thing i know, i cramp up head started spinning and I fell over and puked all over my self. Spent the next hour sittin on the bowl while pukin in the bathtub. Finally, I made my gf take me to the ER. Never felt anything like it. Was like Satan hosting a mosh pit in my stomach. I remember telling her to drive into a pole to kill me. When i got to the ER they made me drink some green crap and about 4 cups of charcoal. They were going to admit me, I was so bad.
I dont think i have ever felt anything worse in my life.
I figured that corn dog was payback for what i put my parents through.
