So, I decided to throw up to get that shit out of my system. I was having a bit of a hard time getting it out as I vomit really hard and it hurts for days. I'm also one of those really loud vomiters, you know like screaming while it's coming out. So I stuck my finger down my throat. Nothing. I smelled my dog's ass. Nothing. I licked the toilet bowl. Nothing. I pooped and left it in the bowl, then stuck my face down near it. Nothing. WTF!?!?!?!? Then it hit me, I found a post by April so I could see her avatar. Didn't even make it to the bathroom. Projectile vomiting all over. The shit is fire engine red. My dog is trying to lick it up. I slipped in it on my way to the bathroom to get a towel. I'm now covered in bright red vomit. My wife comes down to check out all the commotion, she sees me and thinks I've cut an artery and bleeding out. She's screaming and calling 911. Her screaming has the dog running around, she slips in it, slides into my printer stand, knocking it over breaking the glass shelves and the printer. Now I'm laughing too hard to tell her what's really happened. She starts crying thinking I'm trying ot get out my last words.....
Fucking Cheetos. Never again, Chester, never again.