Folks,

You know when you do something really stupid, and you know you're doing something stupid, but you do it anyway because, well, you're stupid? Check out my evening last night.

It all started off with Brendo Frendo's benign request "Who wants to get some 'nese?" I say sure and put in an order for the General and some Swan La Chow Show (horribly misspelled). Now, when I got my order of the General I realize that it's a little iffy to say the least. The chicken was a pink in the middle and tasted more than a little funny. This is when a rational person's brain says "stop!" But my brain instead said "I paid $9 for this and I'll be damned if I won't enjoy it." Mistake 1.

Then I went over to Ladyfriend Sarah's house. We're having a campout over ther this weekend because her roommate is away. And like at any good campout you need some snacks. LS, being the most considerate and best Ladyfriend money can buy (shh!) actually made me cookies. Now, even though I knew I had just consumed enough salmonella to kill a Blue Whale I thought to myself "Cookies? Mmmmm" and ate a lot of them. I mean, a whole lot of them. Mistake 2.

Needless to say, since 10PM last night I have been living in "am I going to puke? Seriously, am I going to puke?" land alternating with "no really, am I going to boot?" ville.

Nasty!