Nothing worse than walking out of there with someone waiting lolIMO you've never been to a Casey's unless you have made mud in the single cheater behind the counter.
Nothing worse than walking out of there with someone waiting lolIMO you've never been to a Casey's unless you have made mud in the single cheater behind the counter.
I remember in 7th grade we were in Mrs. Evans' English class. She was the classic school marm, very severe - she didn't take any crap from anyone. She was talking and one kid put his hand up. She ignored him because SHE was talking even though he was close to front and center right in front of her. He sat there that way for about 15 seconds and then suddenly clapped his hand over his mouth and projectile vomited. It would have been better without the hand over his mouth because it squirted between his fingers farther than it would have otherwise seemingly sparing no corner of the classroom. His next words were classic: "I feel sick." No ****, Sherlock; you just demonstrated that to (and on) the whole class.
I think he had macaroni and cheese or tuna tetrazinni for lunch because all I can remember is curly noodles everywhere.
Meh same as going in there to buy rubbers, just own it and nod and hold your head high.Nothing worse than walking out of there with someone waiting lol
IMO you haven’t had a real job experience until you have worked with a “Steve”
Better than being the person waiting to go in...Nothing worse than walking out of there with someone waiting lol
My worst experience that I ever endured was during a week long beach vacation trip to the Dominican Republic. After a few days of hitting the mixed drinks regularly my GI tract became quite angry.
Ran back to our 8 plex and had a gut wrenching explosion. After several minutes of relieve I had completely destroyed my bathroom. A few minutes had passed when I had a loud knock at my door and to my surprise it was two EMT’s with a stretcher. Apparently another guest in one of the adjoining rooms called 911 because it must have sounded like a scene from a Halloween horror movie. I yelled thru door that everything was ok and their services were needed.
The moral of my story is don’t consume mixed drinks laced with their water.
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Mrs. Evans went over that AFTER the incident. A little late don't you think, Alpha?I can't remember which grade or teacher it was (probably high school) that we were told "If you're going to be sick, just get up and leave. Do not raise your hand, do not ask, just get up and go."
Smart.
I recall once we had friends in from out of town. The four of us (two couples) went out for dinner, then decided to grab some ice cream. While eating our dessert, something sprang forth from my innards and I made a B-line for the bathroom. What came next was near apocalyptic. I was thankful no one else entered the bathroom while my body was wreaking havoc.
I felt much better afterward. We finished our dessert and hopped in the car to head back to our house where our friends were staying with us. About 5 minutes into the 25 minute ride, I experienced a “second wave.” It was the closest I’ve ever come to ****ing my pants. And it would’ve been in the presence of friends. I was honestly surprised I was able to make it all the way home because there was quite a bit of pressure that needed to release. It was all I could do to keep all that evil bottled up on that car ride home.