Really, I don't think it was all those $1 High Lifes I drank at Burrito Loco last night. (By the way, WHY was I in Dinkytown?)
I really think it was the cigar I smoked. And then dropped, burning both my finger and my boob (it ricocheted).
Or maybe it was the fact that my roommate's girlfriend and I (my roommate was busy being passed out in the back seat) made the cab driver go through the White Castle drive through. (By the way, WHY did we order four Diet Cokes when there were only two of us and I had twelve Diet Cokes at home?)
So yeah, I'm going to say THOSE are the two reasons I feel like death on toast.
Monday, September 1, 2008
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Sounds like your stomach had the same feeling mine did after eating a pizza from Bostons that made our mouths feel like donkey sphincter for the next 15 hours or more. Then it gave us such terrible intestinal air....well, I'm sure I've said too much already.
That's ok, I love a good overshare.
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