Don't go to the Last Concert Cafe unless you're only interested in smoking in public. Or at least don't get the fajitas.
I think I once saw a commercial where it said that if you shart twice in a 24 hour period you should seek medical assistance.
"Food" is a loose term. But as a bonus, they had a terrible band called Live Oak something or other. And people tripping on X going nuts with hula-hoops.
I think sharting is probably one of the worst feelings you can have. Of course, it can't compare to the public embarassment blasting your pants with diarrhea or puking in public. I'm glad I can't remember the last time I've done any of those 3 .
When I was a spohomore at U of H, I bought some Reese's Pieces Peanut Butter Cup flavored ice cream late one night. I couldn't finish it, but it was really good, so I put in my roommate's refrigerator overnight. I ate some more of it (melted) when I woke up; but then my stomach was aching, and I spent all morning drinking coffee and water: trying to induce a bowel movement which never came. I was sitting in the front row of Dr. DeFrank's intro management class when I got up, sprinted all the way to back of the auditorium, ripped the lid off the plastic trash and and... Me: "BLAAAAAAGGGHH!!" Dr. DeFrank: "Are you all right?" Me: "Yeah. BLAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!" Dr. DeFrank walked up to where I was, took the vomit-filled lining out of the trash can, tied it up, walked me and the bag to the nearest men's room and went back to his lecture.
Man, I read the thread title as "So, I've SHARED twice in the last 16 hours" and was confused as heck for the last 3 hours.
Hahaha. Nice story. Glad you made it to the trashcan in time. I went to a boarding college for my last two years of high school, so all the kids from Houston rode a chartered bus together back to school. On Superbowl Sunday we were heading back to school, and for lunch I ate something that did not bode well with my stomach. I'm so thanksful that they have a bathroom on that bus. I felt sick the entire bus ride and tried to take some hunched-over naps. One time I woke up with my stomach feeling especially queezy, so I haul down the aisle as fast as I can, bumping into people and waking them up as I go and I got to the bathroom just as I start to vomit. It was perfect timing. If someone were at the bathroom at the time...man I don't like to think of what would've happened... In all, I made 4 emergency trips to the bathroom on that bus ride. I now remember that day as Super-(Toilet)Bowl Sunday
