In high school I was pretty friendly with the drama teacher, being the school's only real Drama Geek. Not that kind of friendly, get your head out of the gutter.

Anyway. We were doing 'Arsenic & Old Lace' and he was doing my makeup. He had this thing about Doritos and apparently thought I'd remember... 'cause, you know, teenagers are so thoughtful. Anyway, I ate a bunch of Doritos before going to school and when he went to do my makeup, the smell freaked him out so bad he threw up all over the bathroom inside the dressing room. This caused about 3 other girls to do the "sympathy vomit" and we all had to relocate to a classroom because the girls' dressing room smelled like puke.

That's all I got. Sorry.

Stacy