So when we left our hero last week, I had started on the wonderful journey of food poisoning. And that started 4 1/2 days of diarrhea. And that one time when I barfed up my brother’s really good spaghetti. In the parking lot at work. So after nothing but chocolate, gatorade, and ritz crackers for too long a time, my ass stopped acting like a firehose every time I took a dump Sunday morning. Finally.
So last night, I had to test myself. Ordered pizza. And kept the whole pie down. And it was Dominos even….
Lesson learned. Avoid the hot case at the Wally World deli….
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