On Saturday I went to the range and there were breakfast tacos. They were provided by one of the guys in my regular shooting group, and we've eaten these before with no ill consequence.....
Then there was this saturday. :-(
If it were just me that had a bad reaction, then OK so be it. no less than 4 of the group had terrible things happen. Here's how we described it.
Me: "I will never eat a breakfast taco again. I'm blowing up the toilet in the nail salon across from Mo's. My poop is overpowering the smell of this nail salon."
Guy #2: "Ask the crew about the fart I dropped just prior to leaving. It cleared out an outdoors gun range. Yeah, that bad."
Guy who didn't have reaction: (insert picture of erupting volcano)
Me: "Yeah, like that but pointed down. Luckily I'm controlling it somewhat so there is no splashing, and thus no noise."
Guy who didn't have a reaction: "LMAO"
Me: "Attention: I have made it home without re-sh****ng on myself. That is all.
Guy #3: "Your damn tacos hit me when I got to Round Rock, luckily I was close to my office."
Guy #4: "I haven't S**t yet......oh no...."
Me: "everyone is a ticking time bomb!"
Guy #4: "WTF man! Where the **ck did you get those tacos?"
Guy who didn't eat any: "Sounds like y'all just rented them...."
Me: "I just 'returned' some more."
Guy #4: "I never thought anything could smell this bad! It's like a paper mill fell into a swamp full of old cabbage!"
Guy #3: "Mine looks like a bucket full of PayDays with some pudding on the side... that S**t is nuttier than a portapotty at a peanut convention!"
me: "Mine was something that resembled a bloated tape worm with aids. Add some moldy nutella wrapped in used coffee bean shavings, and I'm just thankful that it wasn't bloody."
Needless to say, Yesterday was a recovery day.
Then there was this saturday. :-(
If it were just me that had a bad reaction, then OK so be it. no less than 4 of the group had terrible things happen. Here's how we described it.
Me: "I will never eat a breakfast taco again. I'm blowing up the toilet in the nail salon across from Mo's. My poop is overpowering the smell of this nail salon."
Guy #2: "Ask the crew about the fart I dropped just prior to leaving. It cleared out an outdoors gun range. Yeah, that bad."
Guy who didn't have reaction: (insert picture of erupting volcano)
Me: "Yeah, like that but pointed down. Luckily I'm controlling it somewhat so there is no splashing, and thus no noise."
Guy who didn't have a reaction: "LMAO"
Me: "Attention: I have made it home without re-sh****ng on myself. That is all.
Guy #3: "Your damn tacos hit me when I got to Round Rock, luckily I was close to my office."
Guy #4: "I haven't S**t yet......oh no...."
Me: "everyone is a ticking time bomb!"
Guy #4: "WTF man! Where the **ck did you get those tacos?"
Guy who didn't eat any: "Sounds like y'all just rented them...."
Me: "I just 'returned' some more."
Guy #4: "I never thought anything could smell this bad! It's like a paper mill fell into a swamp full of old cabbage!"
Guy #3: "Mine looks like a bucket full of PayDays with some pudding on the side... that S**t is nuttier than a portapotty at a peanut convention!"
me: "Mine was something that resembled a bloated tape worm with aids. Add some moldy nutella wrapped in used coffee bean shavings, and I'm just thankful that it wasn't bloody."
Needless to say, Yesterday was a recovery day.