That's disgusting

My stomach still hurts. The last batch of oysters I ate was on Saturday night. The diarrhea symptoms began on Sunday night. If this continues tonight, that'll be 48 hours of pure hell. I really can't wait for all this to be done with. Gawd, I really do hope this all ends tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I'll have to pay a visit to the doc. Every visit to the bathroom is an excruciating experience. Imagine someone shoving a hose down your throat with a spray nozzle attached to the end. And the water nozzle nose is sticking right out your butt. Every time I go to the toilet, it's like someone has turned on the water to full blast. Explosion my friends. Ex. Ploe. Zhun.

Yes, I'm disgusting. But, I promise you, better you read this than experience it.

I called my buddy this morning to see if he or his wife were experiencing the same problems. Nope. And neither were any of the other couples who ate oysters. Damn them. Damn them all.

My friend's thinks he's a comedian. When I tell him about my stomach issues, he tells me to bring a change of clothes to work. You know, in case I have an accident. Smart ass. We both laugh, I hang up, and off to work I go.

About an hour later, same friend calls me to tell me that he had needed to go to the bathroom to blow his nose. I guess he wanted to just honk it all out in private. So he goes into the bathroom, opens up the stall door, and what does he see? The toilet seat is up. Nothing inside the actual bowl - but the toilet seat & rim shows remnants of someone else's watery-poo issues. Is that alone nasty? Yep. But, the pièce de résistance ends up being the abandoned underwear just sitting on the bathroom floor. That's right - someone had an accident and just left their undies behind.

Disgusting I tell. Absolutely disgusting. That was pretty hilarious though. And quite ironic.