I was reminded of a story this morning - it's kinda gross, but funny. I guess. I call it "Karma".
Once upon a time I was dating this idiot. He worked at a pizza place at the time. I had gone in to to see him with my friends while he was working and he offered to make me a personal pizza. I said sure, of course. He decided that hiding about 50 EXPIRED anchovies (the large ones that look like eels and taste like death) under my cheese would be funny. I took a huge bite, then abruptly puked all over the table. HAHA. Have fun cleaning up the puke, dilhole. I left. We stopped dating. :-) I can take a prank, but don't mess with my food.