I was driving in traffic yesterday when I was subjected to this visual horror.

Although the clarity is sub-par, you can spot the streaks of puke trailing all the way down to the lower portion of the bumper.

It reminds me of a time when a similar incident happened to me during a trip to Los Angeles. I was a passenger in the car of one Chris Q. We were full of drink and driving past Mann's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood. The visual delight of the strip was becoming to much and I felt sudden rush of liquid being released from my salivary glands. The saltiness quickly turned my stomach and I began to heave. Chris attempted to pull the car over but it was too late as I painted the side of his car with a nice mixture of beer and the like. Once the car stopped I lurched out and finished spewing my business on the closest thing nearby, Aretha Franklin's star.

Some guy took one look at that Honda and blew chunks. I don't blame him :(

true story.

I used to have that exact car and it was the greatest. Swear to God it got 50 miles to the gallon, cause it was geared so tall. First took you through to 40 mph and at 85 on the the interstate it only pulled 1 and 3/4 revs.

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Once the car stopped I lurched out and finished spewing my business on the closest thing nearby, Aretha Franklin's star.

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I think that was the year that Honda offered Puke Stripes as an option. (Of course now, I believe it may come standard.)