Today's the day I got my bum Sam Fisher'd. Between last night and this morning, I had to down a gallon of the most vile gut-cleaner ever. I spent about five hours on the can, dumping brown egg drop soup out of my back end. This morning was pretty much the same, but my bum was crying clearer tears. I went to the doc, got in a fight with the hospital gown, got knocked the -blam!- out, got my tubes explored, and had Carl's Jr. after a day of fasting. The end. Oh yeah, and the doc stole some of my bum to run tests on or something.