When Your Gut Tells You Fun is Done

April 27, 2018

Hola Bitcholas,

Not sure what's going on in my stomach, or why it's making the sounds it's making, but I see it as a dire portent of troubles-a-brewin'. Might be from the pastry-wrapped jalapeno sausage I wolfed down this morning.

It was delicious and I ate 95% of it before there was any indication that there might be something not awesome about it. I took (what ended up being my) last bite and the 'skin' on the sausage seemed unusually tough...but I broke through. When the skin snapped, a fair amount of 'juice' exploded all over the place...namely my work papers. 

Seemed a little odd, but I blew it off and didn't think much about it until about 10 minutes ago when it felt like ocean swells were happening in my gut.

Gotta run before my computer quits on me again.

Have a fine weekend.

Until Monday, do what you do best and STAY BEAUTIFUL!


And get those #Redfestival tickets now so that you can drink with us, bitches!