At the college baseball Games yesterday/Saturday, I had coffee before the first Game, had a cheeseburger, fries and a beer between the first and second (aside: They screwed up my order ... I ordered a cheeseburger, I overheard someone order just a hamburger [even though a hamburger isn't on the menu and I don't ever ask for modifications from ordering food at a Game], someone was about to give me a cheeseburger but then yanked it back to swap it with a hamburger ... when I told the workers I wanted cheese, someone in the back just threw a cold slice of cheddar on top of the burger ... I saw the cheeseburger they were about to give me; that cheese was melted ... lazy bums), and a hot dog and a souvenir Wild Cherry Pepsi between the second and third. And then, once the Games were done, I stopped by Taco Bell.
You know what this should mean, right? Colon blow, stuff like that. Nope. I am not regular. It's bothering me to no end. Maybe the spaghetti I'm about to make will do the trick, but the trick should already have been done.
Now, about relieving yourself: Have you seen that cereal commercial with William Shatner? The one where he calls himself "Will Shat?" I believe this ad, which aired in the Super Bowl, is a sign of the end times:
I blame Trump. But sheepishly I admit that I really, really want to try this to regulate my gut. It's for Kellogg's Raisin Bran, by the way. I rarely remember what memorable commercials advertise for.
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