Gut Rumbles

December 23, 2005

quote of the day

I really enjoyed THIS one, after suffering the Tortures of the Damned that I went through for about 16 hours last night and today:

Every time they have one of these potluck things at my work I remember those who go to the crapper and donít wash their hands. I remember the people who indiscriminately pull boogers out of their noses. I remember those who wear clothes to work several days in a row obviously without washing. I smell the body odor. When thinking of eating anything that they may bring to a freaking potluck I think gamma globulin shot. I think of waking up a week later with a temperature of a hundred and five, my skin the color of Grey Poupon Mustard and pissing out chunks of my liver.

I was starting to feel almost human again when I read that. Now, I believe that the chicken broth I drank has grown taloned feet and a sharp beak. It's scratching around, trying to peck its way out of my gut. I think it was the "booger" part that didn't set well with me.

Thanks a LOT, daniel.


He's quite a writer, isn't he? Paints a rather vivid picture in some of his posts.

Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be kinder to let a reader's imagination do the dirty work, BUT NO, Daniel, gets real descriptive.

Posted by: Maggie on December 23, 2005 11:07 AM

Bah, I work at a hospital. My immune system better be able to handle the challenge of a pot luck.

I wonder where he works that he has people with funk-nasty 96 hour unwashed ass going on.

Posted by: Cythen on December 23, 2005 11:35 AM

I carry hand-sanitizer everywhere. Going to medic school caused that.

Posted by: Juliette on December 23, 2005 11:55 PM
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