I made it to the door and shoving hard got it open a crack. Starving for days on end I lost a lot of weight so I was able to squeeze through an opening I couldnt have stuck my leg through when this ordeal started. It was a good thing because nature had began to desperately call yelling, You should have known better than to eat that frog! There was a moldy sandwich out side the door and a gatoraide I grabbed them as I made my dash to the toilet. The gatoraide was alright but Ill admit right now that I knew I shouldnt have eaten that sandwich. I think I justified it by saying I was already sick. I started piling the trash from my desk in the burn barrel in the back yard and I kept it going for six hours... You know just long enough for the food poisoning to really kick in. Looks like I will be worshiping the great porcelain god for the next few hours. Lynn opened the bathroom door at one point and hit me in the head with a bottle of masengale. Im not even going to bother to explain that its not for diarrhea.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 03:41:22 +0000