One of my brother’s favorite embarrassing stories to tell is about the time when we were kids and I ate a whole bag of Hot Cheetos and later came out of the bathroom crying because my poo was red and I was freaking out thinking I was bleeding internally. Turns out I had forgotten about the Cheetos and the red poo was just the bag of Cheetos making their exit.
You would think I would have learned my lesson......but no.
This weekend, I decided to let loose, after a lot of studying and homework, and attend a friend's housewarming party with my crew and our 40's. I have the tolerance of a peanut, so I ended up drunkenly raiding her pantry for chips. THEN I SPOTTED THEM! THE HOT CHEETOS. . . nom nom nom
The next morning I woke up with the worst stomach ache. After going to the bathroom and getting up, I momentarily freaked out at the red floaties and then had a flashback of the Family Sized Bag of Cheetos from the night before.
Moral of the Story
CHEETOS ARE THE DEVIL!
You would think I would have learned my lesson......but no.
This weekend, I decided to let loose, after a lot of studying and homework, and attend a friend's housewarming party with my crew and our 40's. I have the tolerance of a peanut, so I ended up drunkenly raiding her pantry for chips. THEN I SPOTTED THEM! THE HOT CHEETOS. . . nom nom nom
The next morning I woke up with the worst stomach ache. After going to the bathroom and getting up, I momentarily freaked out at the red floaties and then had a flashback of the Family Sized Bag of Cheetos from the night before.
Moral of the Story
CHEETOS ARE THE DEVIL!
any sotry about poop is a raul story
ReplyDeleteDang. This reminds me when i thought i could eat a 1/2 dozen Krispy Kreme donuts when i was drunk. I did, but it didn't stay down. Drunken Eating is never a good idea.
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