Anyhoo, food poisoning sucks like a bucket full of homosexual ticks. I went to my friend's birthday party at this hibachi grill on Monday, came home that night, and from between 11:30pm and 3:45am the next day, I was puking my guts out. My friend Cody had the same thing happen to him the last time he went there (not counting that night) and both of us had the same food as someone else and the other guys were fine. I don't know what it was; maybe it wasn't food poisoning, but it damn well felt like it. I was so sick, I had to miss my honor's convocation. Anyway, Cody called me later yesterday and I told him about it and his reaction was, "O.o Well, I'm never going there again. Next time, we're going to Waffle House," to which my reply was, "YES".
This was John's closing line to a wonderful arguement between me and this girl's boyfriend as to whether "immortal" souls exist or not. I won by proving they didn't, but he's one of those close-minded sheep that doesn't believe it unless a preacher tells you out of context of the Bible. Then again, this is also the guy who's best friends with this girl that John and I troll and she's just...I don't mean to come off sounding terrible, but she really is an idiot.