BUAHAHAHA!
I didn't get a pic of him ralphing. There was a Wayne's World moment where he started to blow, (and I thought, If you are going to spew, spew into this!) and I dumped out kid2's food basket and had BarfmasterE puke into the basket. Unfortunately the basket was too small, and it overflowed at least twice. Once he was done, the basket began to collapse, and sloshed over the sides when I tried to move it to a trashcan.
But, so you can visualize it: BarfmasterE had eaten 1 small box of gum drops, a whole sleeve of thin mints, drank a container of blue Gatorade, and had POUNDED his fairground hotdog so he could hurry over to judge the kids' chickens.
Think hotdog floaties.
It smelled like minty blueberry.

Now I want to see more chicken pics to get that mental image out of my head.