


Except, I was too young to understand concepts like relative size.

Unfortunately, due to issues with the contractors that staffed the chow halls in Iraq go fuck yourself Haliburton! I turned around to see that the camping chair looked like a body had completely decomposed in it, and what liquid that made it through my sweatpants was already leaking through the seat onto the rug as well.



We were 19, but no one on Bourbon Street gave a shit, so we started drinking heavily as is Mardi Gras protocol, and I was popping immodium like tic-tacs.

Before the walk-a-thon commenced there was a healthy lunch provided that was supposed to serve as an example of what kids should be eating.



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Similar to food poisoning but without the squirrelly stomach.
Description: Similar to food poisoning but without the squirrelly stomach.