I was really sick once when I was a kid, and had to stay home from school. I had a fever and was sitting in my white underwear all day, just sweating and watching TV.
Later in the afternoon, my grandma came over to drop off my little brother and had gotten me a strawberry milkshake. She knew I was sick, but thought I might be feeling ok enough to eat/drink a milkshake (but I really think she just didn't want me to feel left out after buying my brother some food). I excitedly drank the whole thing while watching some Nicktoon, until I felt this strange feeling in my stomach. I could feel the shake oozing back up my throat. I got up and started running to the bathroom, but not soon enough. I ended up puking up the whole thing in front me while I ran, all over our tile floor. One slippery step later and I find myself sitting in a puddle of my own vomit, still puking on myself with a sore ass, crying.
That Keythulu looks like my underwear that evening: slimy, pink, and angry
