My GOD, Ambrose. Last
night after a horrifying alcohol-induced blackout, I ate chili with cheese and sour cream coated in an inch of
butter washed down with two quarts of whole milk. I'm lactose intolerant, so when I went to relieve myself, a plooble formed that was of leviathan proportions. It burst with such explosive
force, I had to spend the entire morning cleaning excrement off the walls and ceiling of my lavatory.