I don't know if the number of times is impressive or the lack of stamina is disappointing.
Now, it's time for me to interject a story.
So, it's my wife's birthday yesterday, and we had some people over to grill. I made BBQ ribs, lemon chicken breast, and pork chops. We bought all the pasta salad and whatnot, but that isn't important. The grilled food was delicious. Everyone had a good time, and I went to bed at about 9 PM feeling freaking fantastic.
Sorry if you're bored, Lak, I'm getting to the point.
At 3 AM, I woke up and hurled my guts out. Everything. I mean, I filled the entire sink then had to ladle it into the toilet. I don't drink much, and the food was all safe (I talked to everyone, nobody else was sick), so I have no idea what happened. I was sick and sunburned on the last two Mondays, so I sucked it up and came into work, but I spend most of the time locked in the bathroom. I don't know WTF is going on, but I don't think I can ever eat chicken/pork/ribs again. What a pisser. I keep staring at this banana I brought, hoping I could eat it. But I'm sure that little yellow bastard will betray me.
Oh well, I'll make the best of it. Maybe I can go drop ass in Kev's office and make him cry.
There's no way anybody is going to sage me. My money is on this post alone going sub-default.
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