I went to a Filipino restaurant for lunch and gorged on beef steak, perro y pollo, pancit noodles, lumpia, and VC P.O.W. The temperature reads in the nineties, as the sweat soaked pillow behind me testifies. Needless to say, that this was a recipe for a bowel disturbance the likes of which this nation has not seen since Lord Red Dragon raped man_is_robot at an El Paso truck stop last fall. I have two options, take a shat, or continue to browse this forum. What choice will I inevitably make?!? 
