Poop Breath

So Rick and Will live right down the road from me. Since both of them are terminal bachelors, I am the one they call when they are sick. Yesterday was no exception.

Being the loving, kind and big-hearted sister I am, I dropped off some Dayquil, Nyquil, Sudafed and some plain old Tylenol. I had to bring the pharmacy because the only description I could get out Rick was "it hurts everywhere." I dropped them off, popped open some Nyquil and set a glass of ice water and a cold G2 on the coffee table. Later I get a text... "I puked." Um, thanks for the update?

Today, I stopped by on my way home from work to see how he was feeling. And do you KNOW what he told me?

His puke yesterday, was special. Very special. How so you ask? Well I ask in return, are you SURE you want to know? Because, Oh My Freaking God it is not right. If you don't want to know, stop reading. Now. I mean it.






Okay, you are still reading. It's your own fault now.

When he barfed, he said that it was the consistency of poop. He POOPED out his mouth. Granted he did have strawberry frosted mini wheats for breakfast, but come on! Not only that, but it still tasted like the damn cereal. At this point I was gagging.

But WAIT! There's more.

It didn't come out like normal vomit. Oh no! It came out... yes, like a turd or soft serve ice cream, depending on which brother you are speaking to.

AND...

It took three flushes to get it to unstick from the bottom of the toilet and go down the drain.

I don't know about you, but never again will I be able to eat Strawberry Frosted Mini Wheats again. *shudder*