They were convinced that I had to stay in my seat reagardless of the fact that I had my intestines coming out of my mouth. On the plus side, I lost about ten of those extra pounds I've been saving for this type of emergency. After about four days went by without anyone seeing me enter or leave my room, I think my R.A. thought I was dead. But I had to whine to somebody. This might be the funniest column I have seen in a while.
Gross subjects are really funny, in moderation.
The fact that the act of vomiting is also a subject of Outburst makes this topic even better. I still chuckle. This is what my brother called it when he was just a tot. Corin, I think all missionaries have those stories. I do not wish to hear them, though.