After i ate my burrito at Las
Margaritas, i didnt feel too well. Before I recieved my check i needed to make a dash for the restroom. On my way up the stairs,
a steamy hot stream of Sauteed diarrhea spilled out of my rectum; the liquid hot fieces burned a river down the flesh of my thigh, behind
my knee, and into my shoe. I kept running. Left on the stairs behind me was a splattered oasis of runny dung.
