I was staying in a hotel in Butte. I phoned in a pizza order, pepperoni + cheese + whatever,
Chicago style. Delivery was fast. I ate one slice and instantly I soiled my drawers. I changed my clothes but soon all my clothes were crapped and I had to get on the throne fast. I had contracted a severe case of pizarrhea. When it was time to hop on the 'hound for the ride back this cute PYT dressed in pink and named Terri initiated a
conversation with me. She was
on the other side of the seat row, looking backwards at me. Everything was fine as long as she didn't come over and sit next to me : (
Pizzarrhea ain't no fun at all.