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Dude. GROSS!
Last night after dinner, Lovey and I were sitting in the bedroom. He burped, I was downwind and it went directly into my mouth and down my throat. Like the trooper I am, I held down the vomit that ensued. Nothing of consequence will be posted today. Read and post…
Hey, hey, hey now?
Is everything okay? Am I going to have to beat some people up?
Ha! Thanks, but no. It's actually a reminder to myself. You know, trying not to get fired. 🙂