Today, due to a bureaucratic misunderstanding, I went to the office dressed like a Boca-retiree in search of shuffleboard. While there, I finally made and ate a donut-bacon-cheeseburger with Frank, living up to Nudawn’s claim that I “metabolize trash for fuel like the Delorean from Back to the Future.”
your gastrointestinal track is a vile cesspool that rivals the atmospheric conditions of jupiter. at least thats what wikipedia says.