I remember dreading that thing. Never really thought about it, but I bet the inside of it looked really pretty after all those years. Least I can eat solids again. Carrie Ann, shitty doesn't even come close to describing it. That stuff was utterly un-shitlike.
Ass vomiting is more like it.
It even smelled like vomit. Thank whatever that you have been blessed with a mere head and chest flu. Even whooping cough would be preferable. Sounds like lots of fun, Dave. In its final stage.