Hmm I don't know why I'm sharing this. My best friend and I are hitting the club but we stop off at the mall and I grab some orange chicken from the food court before we head out. Fast forward, we're leaving the club and I had to park far away in a garage. As we're walking back to my car something goes terribly wrong. I grab my stomach and it hits me fast and hard. I say oh shit and I don't know why but it's 30 degrees out and I'm sweating buckets all of a sudden. I'm hobbling along at this point, wtf am I going to do?! My body is convulsing, this Chinese chicken has declared war on my gut and somethings going to happen. It does, shit literally I can't believe it but my skin turns from white to green and all I can do at this point is keep heading to the car. We find the garage, make it up a few levels and that's when I see it. A garbage can. Off go my shoes, throw socks and underwear in trash and and proceed to sit on trash can and hang on for dear life. Body releases all fluids. I'm butt ass naked at this point and crawl to the car, friend throws a sweater from the trunk in the back seat and I curl up in the fetal position as he drives me home with all the windows down and the sunroof open. Zach if you're reading this I owe you one bro. Never ever eat orange chicken from the mall. Edit- I'm pretty sure the couple saw me that was walking to their car in the garage but I was preoccupied and I don't think they were going to stick around and watch.