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Bad Soup

Here’s a conversation that Kris and I will not be having ever again.

Kris: Honey, for dinner why don’t you have this three-week-old garlic-onion soup and this three-week-old wine?
Me: Okay.

Why won’t we be having this conversation again? Because from now on I’ll be saying “Hell no! Throw that shit out!”

I’ve spent all morning (the last three hours) spewing bodily fluids from various openings. I’ve never vomited so much in my life. And it all tastes like garlic-onion soup (mixed with bile, of course).

I can only hope that I get over this by about noon, which is when Fellowship of the Ring starts.

Gotta run. Stomach is rumbling again…

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