I can recall one day in the lunchroom and we were lining up as usual. I was probably in the 3rd grade or so. my class was standing there waiting on whatever a 3rd grade class waits for when standing there in line in a lunchroom.
I looked over at another class that was still at their tables. one of them stood up - his name was Dusty. he was the bully - he would always wear tank tops and flex his bis which were bigger than anyone else's (I think he had failed at least one year and was older too - bonus). he looked right at me, pointed at me, and then leaned his head back and stuck a spoon way down... then he puked all over the table. he then looked back at me and smiled as a crowd of teachers swarmed around him, cleaning up the mess and yelling at him as he got dragged off to detention.
to this day, I still have no clue what that was all about.