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> > Ewww. This reminds of the time when I was about 12 and my sister was 8 and we were going on rides at the county fair. We got on this particular ride where the cars spun, the cars moved on a belt around the "arm" of the ride, and that "arm" turned over and over. The first time our car spun, my sister very nearly lost her lunch. So, for the remainder of the ride, I used all of my strength to keep the car from spinning again. It was worth it, because I did NOT wind up becoming my sister's barf bag.
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> > Ell"I think I'm the only person I know who has purposefully KEPT a ride from being more fun"myruh
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> Well, that reminds me of the time waaaaay back in high school when I went to the state(? -possibly county) fair with a couple friends. After a few rides, my friend Larry was feeling a bit queezy. Since he was merely sitting on a bench at the time and we could easily avoid being in the line of fire, Todd and I offered our support.... We began talking about how we'd sure love to eat a big greasy hot dog dripping with ketchup, but extra greasy, topped off with some runny eggs, and very descriptive stuff like that. Although he didn't actually paint the pavement, he didn't fully appreciate our support either. Go figure.
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> Tra "I'm sure he would have felt better after a nice, healthy reverse peristalsis...it's a cure for what ails ya" nio

Heh. I love rollercoasters and insane rides, and I've never gotten sick from riding them... except for once. I was 6, and my father had the bright idea of taking me to Dairy Queen for a big hot fudge brownie sundae before we went to the fair. I got on all the rides and had a great time, until I got home. About 11:00 I got really dizzy. "Daddy, I'm going to be - " Urp. He never made the mistake of taking me out to eat beforehand again.

-Fob"from the 'too much information' files"ulis