My stomach and I are fighting a losing battle with the bad oysters I ingested earlier on in the evening. I am rushing out a post in between runs to the toilet whereby I attempt to purge my body of the evil it took in. My forehead has come in contact with the seat of the toilet bowl so many times, I'm afraid it has left a permanent imprint (on my head of course.)
In case I do not make it through till tomorrow, please remember:
Do not pit yourself against food turned bad just cause a) you've had worst, b) you're broke thus feel compelled to eat whatever you've spent the last of your money on and c) you're too chicken to go up to the cook and bitch slap them for serving rotten food.
In case I do not make it through till tomorrow, please remember:
Do not pit yourself against food turned bad just cause a) you've had worst, b) you're broke thus feel compelled to eat whatever you've spent the last of your money on and c) you're too chicken to go up to the cook and bitch slap them for serving rotten food.
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