During my junior year in high school I went to Elitch Gardens in Denver with some of my friends. It was the perfect day to go-- cold, gray, and dripping rain.
There was no one in line for the Twister, so we ran all the way up to the platform and got on. It was a blast.
When we got back to the platform, there was nobody else in line. The operator asked us if we wanted to go around again, so we did. By the fourth ride, I wasn’t feeling so good. Being the total dips*** that I am, I decided to go around two more times. Finally I told the operator to let me off, staggered over to the nearest guardrail, and puked.
The moral of this story is: All things in moderation, including roller coasters.
Or maybe it’s don’t eat a full bag of gummy bears, drink a gallon of Mr. Pibb, and ride a roller coaster six times, because you will not feel very good afterwards.
And now, for my next trick, I will talk in spooky half-references.