When H first started out on the road, he tried being all healthy and kept dried fruit in the truck for snacks. He learned about apricots the hard way too.
They should put a disclaimer on the bag.
I avoid dried fruit of all types now. I'm afraid of it.
Post by cuddlyevil on Sept 20, 2013 14:25:11 GMT -5
LOL. I know. As soon as he started telling me the story I started cringing and saying "Oh no".
He works with a guy who poops near or on your truck if you piss him off. Apparently, he's nice--if not a little weird, but you don't want to piss him off.
I was at a huge Festival in the park. Met up with tons of friends and family. I woke up that morning with an upset stomach. Thought I could tums and pepto my way through it.
No I couldn't. Standing in the middle of the park with everyone I thought I was seeing stars, I got really clammy, saw stars and went to walk away to use the restroom. My Mom saw me and knew something was wrong. I walked away made it about 30ft in the crowd and lost it. I shat my pants in a crowded park. Before it happened I thought I was going to pass out in the middle of the street. After I ran immediately to the first porta-loo and threw out my undies. I was also in a dress. I then ran home 6 blocks showered and ran back. Not explaining my wardrobe change. I have never been so ill in my life. I will also NEVER eat at the restaurant I ate at the night before. I called it an early day and went home in a miserable little ball of pain.
I have never told anybody this in real life. I just told H at the time I spilled something on my dress.
Post by captainmel on Sept 20, 2013 15:23:41 GMT -5
When I was in high school I forged my moms signature to donate blood so that I could skip calculus that day. I had never donated blood before. I had also had a liter of water and peanut m&M's for breakfast. These are important facts.
Turns out it runs in my family to faint after donating blood but my mom and dad had never told me because I wasn't old enough to donate. Hence the forged signature. So I donated blood and got up to leave and I was standing in the middle of the hall, the bell rang and I fainted. I also peed my pants. The halls were packed and I woke up on the floor in a puddle of my own pee.
My mom and dad thought it was so funny that they didn't even punish me.
Lol. That's not too bad at all! Thank goodness you chose to wear a dress today!
I was going to tell you about the time I had to go so badly that I completely shat myself while waiting for a toilet to open up. I hosed myself off outside and prayed that the dog wouldn't dig up the undies I buried at the bottom of the trash pit. I guess they burned because I never saw them again.
Or there was the time I stayed with a friend in NYC and she walked in on me cleaning my undies in the sink.
I've puked pretty much everywhere, too. Planes, trains, automobiles... You name it. Always pleasant.
(heart) you. I had to go once when I was running and I was on a main road with almost no woods to duck into. Luckily, it was early on a Sunday morning, but there was still a car that drove by. I have thrown up pretty much every where myself.
Post by dixienormous on Sept 20, 2013 15:28:05 GMT -5
Ok now I'm not embarrassed since Muddled knows me IRL and stuff.
I have IBS. It strikes explosively with little to no warning. I should have learned by now to just carry extra undies with me. There have been many a casualty and many a day where I end up commando.