So I find out I'm unexpectedly working late tonight right? No problem, head down to the 7-11 for the usual standard Grilled Ceaser Chicken Wrap and a water for dinner. 20 minutes after eating this apparent abomination, I'm in the crapper and while I don't want to get too descriptive, it was like my asshole was throwing up. There's this liquid coming out of me (I did detect some solid chunks but not many), but then it would stop, see? Then I think "OK, go for the TP it's over" then BLAMMO, it's off to the races again. This happened like maybe 5 times. It was like vomiting but out the other end. For a moment there it actually burned and I could here Dominic in my head "mayday mayday, I'm on fire! I'm on fire!" But really, I could have easily put out a small fire with my ass a moment ago. Sweet Jesus, if any of you want to send out some good vibes to my asshole, I sure could use them right now.