Man, I'm glad I started this thread!
One from me:
Doing aerobatics in an Old Texan. I'm in back. Was told I would not be flying that day, so I wolfed down a big old sourdough jack from Jack In the Box right before I strapped in... I do my routine, and I'm fine, I dont pull past four G's. (The old T-6's can push 6 1/2) Then the front seat PIC takes over and just goes nuts. Its the first time I've flown with him and we're doing every trick in the book. I feel the burger comin and go for the barf bag- Right when we roll inverted and fly level. Now I'm trying to puke into this bag upside down, looking up at the ground, and I dont do to bad. I'm still heaving when we roll back level. I finish up and I think he's done with his routine for a split second and bring the full bag down to my lap. Right on cue, he noses over into a negative 3G dive and the puke shoots right out of the bag all over me, the back seat, the console, the canopy, I mean, SPLASH! The stuff went everywhere. Chunky sourdough jack pieces flying all over the cockpit as he finishes the routine. The second we landed, the guys made me pound a beer and smoke a cigar- five minutes later- BLaaaahhh!
Cheers.