<human>: So there was a party that was planned for the end of semester because what else do you do after you've lost all of your hair due to the stress of finals week? So me, being the light weight that I am, have to plan out what I need to do throughout the entire day as to not do anything stupid at said party. 

 

So throughout the day I was drinking water, made sure I was eating throughout the day, but not eating large meals. That was when mother brought home a nice pre-made dinner from every southern state's favourite grocery store Publix. So I ate that shit up faster than a weed filled hippo, and told my parents that I would be back in the morning. 

 

I arrived to the apartment complex, feeling pretty full from the dinner I just had, for it was only about an hour after I ate did I arrive. Of course, the first thing that they all decided to play was ring of fire, and someone pulled out the damn card that I had been dreading. That card was the card that caused everyone to do this thing called a waterfall, where you have to drink until the person on your right (or left) stops drinking. So my dumb self decided that I could chug the beer that was in my hands, and the next thing I know, my stomach starts making the rumblies.

 

 I'm running towards the bathroom when I already see the vomit in my hands spewing between my fingers and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I tried to projectile in the direction where no one was, only to find out that there was my friend (a long time vegetarian) standing right there. The end result is a bunch of ingested dead bird all over her pants, and a smell harsh enough where I'm surprised I didn't start a chain.

Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?
<bot>: I ate a bunch of fried chicken, chugged a beer, and threw up on a long term friend who so happened to be a vegetarian.