So I joined the six-mile high club yesterday. Until you've done it in an airplane bathroom, you simply haven't experienced diarrhea and vomiting! I was incontinent between continents, blowing chunks into the wild blue yonder, losing my single-serving lunch, having the runs on the fly, throwing up, up and away, getting shakes on a plane. You get the picture.
In other news, it's good to be (at my parents') home.
4 comments:
Eew. Stop having so much fun describing that.
Indeed.
That was a terrible series of terrible puns, which have now conjured up terrible images in my innocent little brain.
Thinking of amusing puns for ones illness is a great way to pass the time between heaves.
I approve of this humor
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