When I was smaller (10 or so) I had pizza (two slices) for breakfast. I was running late for the meeting so my mom (non-JW) drove me there and dropped me off. On the way I felt a little weird but didn't think anything of it. Anyway, I get to the KH, sit down with the person studying with me (who was sitting in the back, luckily) and payed attention for about 15 minutes. Then I started to feel like I was going to vomit. I get up, walk a few steps, then run, to the bathroom. Immediately after opening the bathroom door I puke pizza EVERYWHERE.
I started panicking then realized I had to puke some more. I try walking towards the stall and SLIP IN MY OWN PUKE! I look back before I land on my back in all this vomit and find one spot where there was no puke. And some how I manage to catch myself before covering myself in vomit. I then proceeded to go to the toilet and puke two more times.
At this point, I didn't have to puke anymore. I then looked down at the mess I created. It was ALL OVER the floor, garbage can, and splashed up the walls a few inches. I was freaking out. I tried to get some paper towels and clean it up and realized there was no point. Then, while I was standing there feeling hopeless, someone visiting our hall tried to open the door! I blocked it with my foot and said, "Get _______ (my study conductor)", he saw the orange and chunky pizza vomit all over and his eyes got huge and said "Oh!"
Soon, the guy I was studying with came to the bathroom and saw it. He looked so depressed at first because he knew he'd be the one cleaning it up. Then his wife drove me home. I got home, told my mom the story and she just laughed her ass off.