The blending of cheap gas station meatsticks and tequila in ones stomach while blackout-drunk. The amalgamation of which is immediate cause of "sleep-puking".
Hank:" I just finished that whole bag of meatsticks, lets get some sleep."
Me, in the middle of the night: "You alright bud?"
Hank: *Puking in his sleep* "'Merica"
Me: I dont think Ill ever get over The Baxter Meatstick Incident of 2019.