I will rule with my Bovine demigod, once again!

I hate when the captcha starts at 1/10, so much so that I’ll usually just walk away if I can.

It was osso buco, from a restaurant I’ve ordered it from many times, I had assumed the hives were stress related, I was really retching, but to the other commenter’s point, no poops.

I had food poisoning on a plane once, but the meal was before I boarded. I was puking so much and so often they moved people forward and me to the back. It was bumpier. By the time we landed I could barely walk and I was covered in hives. Six of the longest hours of my life.

In the 2000s my brother asked our grandma to wrap a gift for his crush. She wrote something like “You’re quite the foxy young lady” and that was a good day for laughs.

Gotta keep those puffins in check

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