<b>Warning: don't read if you don't have a strong stomach! </b>
OMG. THis is the perfect place to post this. I'm home from work today with food poisoning. I feel like putting a SPlash Mountain sign on my bathroom door.
THis is proof I'm am such a retard. I have had such a craving for PIzza this last month, I think I'm pregnant. And it's not the General Lee's either. So, its no secret I"m the stereotypical single guy in the single guy's house. Cans, dirty dishes, etc. It's just how it goes. So, last night I order a pizza and I wolf down abou t1/3 of it and stick the rest in the frige. NOw you see where I"m going with this. There are things in my frig that can be carbon dated to the Crestatious period. I"ve got Penut Butter from last century. Typical. But what I also have is a pizza box from 3 weeks ago and all I wanted was 1 more slice.
Thus begins my water ride to ultimate doom about 3:30 am this morning. I vomited more than the top 100 models of the 20th century. I was in a marithon every 1/2 hour.
So what's the lesson children?
Clean out your damn frig you idiot!!
