As usual, when we George's get together we laugh over everything and nothing. This day was no different. None of us remember what was so funny, but we laughed over the stories we told, then we laughed over our laughter, until we were breathless. Amid our hilarity Deb had to pull to the shoulder of the road for me to throw up, and of course that brought a fresh burst of laughter.
There we sat with the passenger door open, as I alternated between throwing my guts up and joining the three of them in laughter. Angela, who was directly behind me, and pregnant, caught the wind when it blew through her window. She gagged and yelled, "Deb pull up! This is making me sick!" as she opened her door and started heaving and vomiting from the back seat, which brought fresh laughter from us all.
The laughter continued to fill the car, and as I straightened I tried to compose myself. When pulling my door shut I turned toward Deb and my composure was short-lived. She was wearing slacks, and as I looked in her direction an artesian well erupted in her lap. I squealed with laughter, which caused Deb to relax and she released the full force as she peed on herself.
Suddenly there was a yelp from the back seat as Juanetta exploded with laughter. She jerked her feet from under Deb's seat too late. Her feet and shoes were soaked. Our laughter continued for a while before we continued into town. Throughout our day someone would recall the way one looked, something one said, or just the incidents that happened and we would dissolve in peals of laughter again.
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