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 East of Broken Bow | I did something similar. Had a jar of tomatoes that tasted just a little funny. A few hours later, I got a bad case of Montezuma's revenge, and a bad one. Until you've pooped what feels like red hot shards of glass, wrapped in barbed wire, and dipped in lava, you don't know what a bad case of the runs feels like.
Oh, and zero sympathy from the wife, on that one. | |
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