…you watch way too much YoGabbaGabba with the kids then eat some bad fish that results in being up sick all night….
An open letter to DJ Lance Rock and Co.
There most certainly is not a party in my tummy tonight.
“Try it, you’ll like it.”
“I like fish, I like fish!”
Sage advice all, sir, but no…
Whilst my fish dinner at the eating seemed to be a delite to my palate… that fish turned it’s tail on me.
Some gangland violence in my stomach and a third-world uprising in my esophagus but most assuredly not a party in my tummy.
Perhaps I should have told the fish not to bite his friends! Or maybe my lovely piece of fishy met up with the tiny ugly germs. I’m sure the morning will reveal that swimmer’s true nature.
For now, I must consume yet more antacid in hopes of some small relief.
Good night to you sir.
Not too bad for 3AM brain-addled, stomach-cramping ramblings eh?