When my ex and I were still a kinda new couple, he brought me to a party and there was a table set up for flip cups. Well, although I was under age, I was kinda a pro at this. Sooooo we set it up, and run out of beer. The show must go on. "Fill 'em up with Tequila!!" I say. Uh huh... right... Fast forward to the ride home. Obviously, boyfriend is driving me back to my dorm and I start getting hot flashes. I'm sweating and I have that icky feeling right before the puke comes. We are soooooo close to the dorm, so I just try to pretend it's not so bad. Of course, we get stuck at a red light and I can't wait anymore. I try to open the door nonchalantly, but it's locked, so I go fo the window but it's not going down. I smack him and point (because now it's TOO LATE and I can't talk!) but he wasn't quick enough. I threw up all over his brand spanking new mustang 
Surprised he still loved me after that move!
Surprised he still loved me after that move!