just say no..

to curry express at oakridge mall.... i thought the rapid devouring of a meal from the koya at metro was the cause of my ill stomach, so i repressed that feeling, thinking it would pass.. ah, but it was a prelude to my own intestinal demise. after loosing my shirt for shooting off my mouth like a school kid at the sound of the recess bell..(yeah.. thats all i could come up with..) i figured, since i was already downtown, i might as well do some shopping and find a new shirt.. so after walking around shirtless, i finally went and got a new hat (hats keep the warmth from escaping from your head, n'est pas?).. hahaha.. i dunno... so i'm on my way home listening to some peter tong on the radio, and i stopped for some gas and found my stomach doing somersaults and i thought my gut was going to implode/explode/errode/reload? (you get the point, anyhow, pick one)... i quickly rushed home thinking about lemons and clams and sour soothers and whatnot.. dang~! that was the bumpiest and most grueling drive i ever survived in a long time.. anyhow, the runny kids were dropped off the pool safely.. moral of the story is: fast food + butter chicken sauce + tandoori chicken + wrong temperature storage = is a recipe for disaster.. =( you've been warned.