Every month or so for the past 4 or 5 months, when I wake up in the morning, there's a large bag of Wawa trash in front of my house, and a huge pile of vomit.  This is not drunken retard 3 am vomit, but more like an embarrassing, personal binge-and-purge vomit.  Thick and nasty, not watery at all.

 The contents of the trash on this round was a quart of milk, 2 large soups, a hoagie/sub wrapper (extra mayo packets), a large V8, and a few other misc items.

I live on a quiet street, near in a fairly upscale reisdential area of Delaware.  My guess is that it's the same person, probably a female teen who lives in said nearby large home with mommy and daddy. My quiet, little street has become her secret garden to do the dirty deed on her way home from some late-night extravaganza of nothingness...

Either that or it's one of my sick friends playing a joke on me... Dude, wadda ya wanna do? I dunno, wadda you wanna do? I know, let's go puke in front of Casey's house again! Hell Yeah! Awesome!

Anyone ever had this happen? What's a man to do?  I'm about to get all CSI up in this piece... Maybe I can start tracking the receipts from the trash.

I wish I had taken pictures!