What can possibly compare to the grossness factor of horking up the remnants of a lunch and dinner of roast beef and provolone sandwhiches with spicy mustard and pineapple juice? I’ve got two things actually. First is the fact that I had peed only minutes before and while I did indeed flush, you’d be surprised how the image of having your face so close to where your ass has just been inspires double the amount of chunk-blowing. And if that’s not tasty enough for you, as I finished washing my face and gargling with mouthwash I looked over and saw Rex perched on the edge of the bathtub trying to lick up the remnants of my used sandwich. Remind me to go get those treats that freshen cat breath.
And really, let me salute everyone who continuously urge me to quit smoking, cause this? This is soooo much better. I love throwing up spontaneously. Who needs food anyway? All it does is add some padding to the love handles right? It’s the perfect solution to the whole quit smoking/gain weight dilemma. Now the quitting process has me involuntarily purging all those nasty little calories. Hooray. On the bright side, I can watch the episode of CSI that just came n in relative certainty that it won’t be the thing making me unable to eat.