so, did anybody else barely make it to the locker room 3/4 of the way into their workout before blowing nasty chunks all over the mirror, or was it just my body's own special way of saying farewell to all fun I had packing my face with **** yesterday and not so politely sending me the message: "hey sucka, you had your chow day now get back to working out hard and heavy you sorry sack of jiggly-paste.... biatch!!!"
(something interesting of note, I've puked on the locker room mirror of almost every long term gym I've been a member at... not something I used to be proud of, but it seems I've adopted sort of a badge of honor feeling about it all lately and can shamelessly tell you that yes, if you see me working out often enough, you will also inevitably see me wiping something off the counter and walls in the bathroom, and that something will be chunky mouth-spew)
any other funny, fearful, freaky or fearless barfecdotes welcome here, I know it can't just be my special talent
(something interesting of note, I've puked on the locker room mirror of almost every long term gym I've been a member at... not something I used to be proud of, but it seems I've adopted sort of a badge of honor feeling about it all lately and can shamelessly tell you that yes, if you see me working out often enough, you will also inevitably see me wiping something off the counter and walls in the bathroom, and that something will be chunky mouth-spew)
any other funny, fearful, freaky or fearless barfecdotes welcome here, I know it can't just be my special talent