There was nothing left after all that.
“I ate a burger in a remote town that seemed slightly too pink, but I was starving. Forty-five minutes later, I puked 1) in the bathroom of our restaurant, 2) in a trash can outside, 3) in a snowbank, 4) in another restaurant, 5) in all 12 plastic bags my sister kept in the back of her car while her husband drove the two hours home, 6) in the downstairs toilet, which is when diarrhea started, 7) in the upstairs toilet, and 8) in the bathtub,” shares stayshinycapn.
“I spent the night sitting up against a wall because lying down would set me off again. I dreamed that the house was on fire, and the only way to keep it from burning down was to keep tying the laces of a billion shoes in a row. At one point, I tripped over a pair of shoes and 9) threw up all over my blankets and lap. Also, Chipotle a few years earlier from a burrito bowl. I will never eat at either place again.”