tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post113340434729240612..comments2024-03-26T02:25:14.149-04:00Comments on Better By Nightfall: Salmonella: See, NOW they have it!Thisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17048034714112886543noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133662356290388282005-12-03T21:12:00.000-05:002005-12-03T21:12:00.000-05:00That's poop talk for you!Who know that fecal conve...That's poop talk for you!<BR/><BR/>Who know that fecal conversation would be so interesting?Thisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17048034714112886543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133655014341503972005-12-03T19:10:00.000-05:002005-12-03T19:10:00.000-05:00I'm still convinced that Lacey finds a way to poop...I'm still convinced that Lacey finds a way to poop at debate tournaments. Perhaps she micropoops and sticks it on the bottom of your dress shoes, wayne.... Or perheps she poops at her own home, on behalf of the tournament that she would've been at if she were still debating. <BR/><BR/>perhaps? I do think so. <BR/><BR/>-chaceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133561743382255772005-12-02T17:15:00.000-05:002005-12-02T17:15:00.000-05:00My name is Lacey, I don't have to worry about that...My name is Lacey, I don't have to worry about that anymore. O_o<BR/><BR/>Tournaments, not pooping.Breehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14290256480395879700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133500393708469422005-12-02T00:13:00.000-05:002005-12-02T00:13:00.000-05:00HAHAH! I don't mind pooping, really, but tournamen...HAHAH! I don't mind pooping, really, but tournament pooping is both scary and disgusting. <BR/><BR/>My name is Wayne, and I do not like to poop at tournaments.Thisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17048034714112886543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133500290064177582005-12-02T00:11:00.000-05:002005-12-02T00:11:00.000-05:00My name is Chace, and I like to poop at tournament...My name is Chace, and I like to poop at tournamentsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133495859729656172005-12-01T22:57:00.000-05:002005-12-01T22:57:00.000-05:00LOL who said I was talking about you? ;)LOL who said I was talking about you? ;)Breehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14290256480395879700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133490766892490242005-12-01T21:32:00.000-05:002005-12-01T21:32:00.000-05:00Whatever. You used to hold it all the time. People...Whatever. You used to hold it all the time. People don't like to poop at tournaments. Those that do, at least the majority, only do so because it's a last resort or they are sick with something. That, and they want to contract some sort of STD.<BR/><BR/>If you'll recall, I didn't puke! Thank you very much. The wet meat (notice, no quotations) was very gross at Bandana's BBQ, and that's why I felt nauseous. Which, as you can see, is also not my fault. It's not like I wanted to go there (I could barely breathe, as you'll recall, and the smoke agitated my nose and throat), nor did I ask the cook to give me ribs with a mildly scathing side of E. Coli :PThisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17048034714112886543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133488466948608832005-12-01T20:54:00.000-05:002005-12-01T20:54:00.000-05:00Uhm, I don't have to admit it because it's not tru...Uhm, I don't have to admit it because it's not true. When nature calls, nature calls...and frankly, I can't concentrate if I have to go to the bathroom. XD<BR/><BR/>As for the puke policy...yeah. not my fault. At least I didn't get mine from "wet meat" or a "dry rub". <BR/><BR/>That's right, I went there. O_oBreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14290256480395879700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133461199136696802005-12-01T13:19:00.000-05:002005-12-01T13:19:00.000-05:00Whatever, you had a no poop policy at tournaments ...Whatever, you had a no poop policy at tournaments too! Admit it!!<BR/><BR/>You had a no puke policy as well, but that went out the window at Nationals.Thisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17048034714112886543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133419394439686322005-12-01T01:43:00.000-05:002005-12-01T01:43:00.000-05:00LMAO!! Always Walmart. Always!LMAO!! Always Walmart. Always!Thisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17048034714112886543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133418980064774762005-12-01T01:36:00.000-05:002005-12-01T01:36:00.000-05:00Hahah! Indeed, it is not as sexy as the Syphilis. ...Hahah! Indeed, it is not as sexy as the Syphilis. It looks like a capsulized shoe-string haired chicken, which is kind of freaksih. <BR/><BR/>Yeah, well, I can admit that I get cramps because of the "no poop policy" while at tournaments. I don't poop at the school bathrooms during tournaments because you know as well as I do that you're bound to contact some STD if you sit down on any toilet seat. Moreover, the bathrooms almost always look similar to how New Orleans did after Katrina struck. It's almost like there is shit everywhere. It's scary even going beyond the doors knowing that some sort of destructive force awaits (that includes farts and the smell of shit!)<BR/><BR/>But, honestly, I think that when I contracted Salmonella earlier this year, it really tore up my intenstine tract. Fortunatly, I'm finally getting it checked out next week. I just hope it's nothing bad. I don't need cancer. And I certainly hope to God that I don't have to get a colonoscopy. The thought of something going up my ass just freaks me the fuck out.<BR/><BR/>Good health, MY ASS!Thisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17048034714112886543noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6556426.post-1133416019601313502005-12-01T00:46:00.000-05:002005-12-01T00:46:00.000-05:00ROFL, dude... that one is almost as ssssexy as my ...ROFL, dude... that one is almost as ssssexy as my Syphillis ;D<BR/><BR/>Also, I used to get those cramps really bad, too. I came to realize that it was because I would never dookie at debate tournaments (or in the hotel).. dookie=relief!<BR/><BR/>don't deny it. you don't poop while at debate tournaments, and that is what the crampage is from!<BR/>-chaceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com