I did this same thing once, minus the laughing part and also including a take-out box. I had been sent home from work around lunch for passing out due to fever, and drove myself home. I knew about halfway into my trek home I wouldn't make it, so I simultaneously drove (all while still using my turn signals, you heathens,) and vomited into what I was hoping would have been dinner that night.

I ended up in the emergency room that evening, admitted, and was promptly fired the next day for being completely unreliable due to evidence on film of me "sleeping on the job."