Sorry guys, this is gonna be another one of those toilet posts so if you're freaked out by that kind of thing, I'd highly recommend that you look away right now. The scene was set after my shower this morning and as tradition would have it, I was on the chocothrone when I suddenly started smelling tuna!
I had tuna last night, but then I started thinking. If it comes out smelling the way it went in, then something's going on wrong inside my tummy right? Like perhaps one of those guys in there in charge of the smells-transformation services ain't doing their job as dictated and maybe all's not well inside of me, so I should probably go see the doctor or something.
I was petrified.
So I was planning on googling about all this, right after alighting my chocothrone, (because I don't wanna be sitting in the doctor's office going "my poop smells of tuna", there's gotta be some other more humane ways of gently relaying my condition to the poor unsuspecting physician, right?) but when I went out the bathroom, I realized it was just my mom all along, cooking more tuna and producing crazy amounts of tuna smells all over the house!
Tuna again?! I'm totally gonna get me some KFC for lunch.
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