Next time you’re out with friends and you drink way too much, you may want to puke up some of that alcohol so you can keep drinking. I know sticking your fingers down your throat can be kind of tricky. You gotta hit the right spot, and sometimes you end up puking on your hand.

Mel’s got the perfect solution: a bucketful of tar.

It’s not really embarrassing, just the one I’ll never forget. I was a teenager, very drunk, walking home from a party in the middle of the night with a couple of friends. Suddenly I was overcome with the strongest urge to throw up, but when I stopped walking and sat down on the curb, the vomit would not come up.Not only could I not vomit, I couldn’t seem to get up and keep walking, either. My friends were telling me to hurry up, come on, puke and let’s go… but I told them I just couldn’t move again until I puked and it just wasn’t coming out.

The curb I was sitting on was in front of someone’s house… I was at the edge of their yard. One of my friends wandered into the yard and to the back of their house. She came back with a bucket of tar. Why they had a bucket of tar, I don’t know.

She put the bucket in front of me between my legs and pushed my head down and my face right inside the bucket and held it there. The smell was overwhelming. She wouldn’t let go of my head until I blew chunks into the tar, but with that smell it only took a minute. I don’t think I’ve ever thrown up that much or that violently.

My friend, being so considerate, put the vomit-topped tar back where she found it, on their back porch. Afterwards I was fine and made my way home. But to this day, everytime I pass a roof or a road being freshly tarred, my stomach HURTS LIKE HELL! I once quit a job because they were getting their roof retarred and you could smell it through the entire building, and it was taking way too long. After the 1st week of strong tar-smell I just said screw it, I can’t work here another minute.