A few months ago, I was at my cousin's wedding. At the reception, they served shrimp cocktail. I thought that it tasted funny, but I didn't really think about it. Later that evening, while I was dancing, my stomach started to gurgle. I didn't want to leave, so I waited until the song was over. My bowels were about to explode. I had the worst cramps. I hurried to the bathroom and thankfully, there was an open stall. I sat down and my bowels absolutely burst. I had horrible diarrhea. I had been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes when I heard someone else come in and go into the stall next to me. They sounded like they had had the shrimp also. By this time, I was pretty weak and I just wanted to go back to the hotel. My bowels had finally stopped so I left the bathroom. It was pretty late, and many people had already left, so I just told everyone that I was tired. As I was leaving the banquet hall, my stomach started to rumble again, so I hurried to the elevators. Unfortunately, we were in an old hotel and I had to go all the way to the lobby and switch elevators in order to get to my room. I got into the other elevator along with a young couple and I knew that I couldn't hold it. I was wearing a pale purple dress and thankfully, my pantyhose held the poop in. It squished up and started to run down my legs. Unfortunately, this load came with a loud, wet, fart. I was mortified. The couple stared at me as the elevator started to smell. I got off and ran to my room. My pantyhose and silk panties were ruined. I spent almost the whole night in the bathroom on the toilet counting the flowers on the walpaper and wishing I hadn't eaten the shrimp.When I finally lay dowm to rest, I was awakened after an hour by my bowels.My flight the next day wasn't until three, so I thought that I would be better. At about ten in the morning, I hadn't been to the bathroom inalmost three hour and I was feeling weak, so I ordered toast and coffee. BIG mistake. By eleven, I was back in the bathroom. I had to leave at one thirty for my plane, and I still had to say goodbye to all my relatives. We were all driving to the airport together. I ended up in a limo with my uncle, aunt, and five year old cousin. We had to stop twice so I could use the bathroom. I told them that I had drank too much coffee. When we got to the airport, we almost had to run to the plane and my bowels were about to start running also. Luckily, I got a seat near the bathroom, although once, during some turbluence, I just barely made it. The stewardess brought me extra barf bags. She obviously didn't have a clue what was going on. This was one of my worst food poisoning experiences ever, and next time, I won't eat the shrimp
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