There is that moment
between the vertical stall in a hammerhead and the drop and spin. The moment between the last stroke and the money shot. The moment between the sharp turn of the wheel and the set of the tires, the moment between the “I Do” and the realization that you shouldn’t have.
And then there’s that moment between looking in the crapper and seeing the deep red blood, and a lot of it, and panicking, and the remembrance that you ate a plateload of beets for dinner last night.
Somewhat similar, but not quite the same.
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Or the whole watermelon.
You really don’t have a TMI filter do you?
What good would it do me?
In general, information has value. giving it away for free benefits other people more than you. In general. I am sure someone could find something exploitable in that inforamtion, but I am not going there.
This information only has value to the insane.
Eating large amounts of good quality real licorice isn’t any more edifying. It only LOOKS black which makes figuring out why you’re crapping and urinating a deep, deep shade of green the next day somewhat worrisome.
Indeed, Gregory! And fd&c yellow # 6 is no great shakes either, but I bet given opportunity you can shit a rainbow!
needs somehting pale to back it with, though, like a Barium Upper G.I.
Beets. I love beets. :)
LOL, BTDT, scared the crap outta myself… (damn near literally)…
I sure am glad I take the high road, and only traffic in racism, and the occasional size of my dick.
Had a similar panic after days of drinking Guinness in Ireland.
BTDT as well, only with a London Broil that had been soaked in beet juice for marinade. Turns out there’s a medical term for that miscolored malady. Look up “Beeturia”.