Here's a great story that will not come across well on on a thread, but ...

My buddy and I are in Mexico fishing for Marlin and he starts feeling sick. He heads down to the bunk below deck and tries to lay down, but this makes him feel much worse.

Suddenly, he jumps out of the bunk and heads for the head to barf, and the door knob comes off in his hand, with the door still closed tight.

Next thing we see is him running toward us on the back deck with his hand over his mouth and his cheeks bulging, all while holding the stinking doorknob in his left hand. As soon as he reaches the top step he begins his projectile vomiting across the back deck, and us, to the rail where he finishes the job.

The Mexican deck hands where on the floor rolling in laughter. To this day he's never lived it down.