Re: Foods Your Bowels Dont Want
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Brown Onion
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Date: August 08, 2015 07:47PM
I will get to the restaurants soon, but first after summoning the afternoon with castor oil, I must describe my corporate dinner with my sister Matilda. She is my sister of course, has terrible bowels also, but luckily for her she was somehow able to hold it together the night her company threw its annual banquet.
The tables had those beautiful white table cloths, the folded cloth napkins, and the silverware arranged at perfect angles. I had to wear my best suit, a red tie that spoke of my corporate surroundings, even if I was just Matilda's guest. It was kind of nice meeting her coworkers at the time, most of them were fairly pleasant, although they left no doubt who sponsored the party.
It was impossible to ignore the h'our derves and other foods, and sooner rather than later, the ice cream out. This pushed my already clenched down starfish into convulsions, and I had to high tail it away from the table, leaving guests in a quandry.
I threw my pants down, and took the longest turd I've ever released. This one did seem to be a partial mold of my 33 feet of intestines, but the smell was hideous. I wasn't aware the fan had broken down, and heard people making rude comments. Even my underwear was dirty, and I had to use the toilet water, and toilet paper to clean up the stains that were bound to smell.
It seemed the coast was clear, so I made a beeline for it out of the stall, when Matilda's boss just happened to be checking on his tie in the mirror. He gasped in horror as the aroma hit him like an avalanche, and I think his nose hairs burned off. It wasn't intended, but he looked at me, frowned, and walked out of that bathroom.
I must have sat there for hours, but finally made it to the table, crossing my legs so the stench wouldn't ruin it for guests at my table. Just my luck they had a dancing competition, which I would have enjoyed, but I had to feign illness to get out of there early. Matilda was pretty upset, but later on she was kind enough to forgive me, although I almost pinched another loaf in her luxury SUV.