After eating something bad last Monday I can safely say it has been a shitty week.
Pun intended.
It probably wouldn't have lasted three days if I didn't keep going to 7-11 for their chili dogs or Quik Trip for their new breakfast pizza; I am not even going to mention McDonald's.
Another visit from the diarrhea bear. It's genetic. Or should I say "jeanetic" since it runs in your jeans?
Maybe I should have claimed divine healing over my bowels. Or just be careful what I eat.
Off to start a movement.
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