[Schimid]

I love T-Rex.

Not exactly about poop, but while on the subject of gross-out stories, I have a very weak stomach and back in middle school, me and about six of my friends went to a carnival and went on about five horizontal spinning rides in a row, and finally we got into one of those spin-the-middle-platform things shaped like a giant bear. About halfway through the ride, I can feel myself going, I told all of them to stop, stop, please, oh, please, stop. They didn't listen.

In frustration, I vomited all over the center table as it was spinning, projecting vomit onto all of my friends. Afterwards, my best friend, who only vomits at the smell of vomit, attempts to climb up the wall to get away--and vomits over everyone else in the car, from the high ground. We left and told the carnie we'd be back to help him clean up. We left.

I am petrified by rides that spin on a horizontal axis.