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Guess I'll know in a couple of hours but I'd still like an opinion. How old is too old pizzawise?
1: I recall my friend ordering it earlier this week, I'm thinking either Monday or Tuesday night.
2: It had some sort of meat and peppers on it but they were concealed under a thick layer of cheese.
3: The slices were found still in it's original packaging and was lying next to my sofa therefore I presume it had not been refrigerated. But keep in mind my livingroom is freezing most of the day cause the heater has never worked right.
4: It still tasted good and yes I just finished what was left of it because there is no other food in my house. There was however, a slight odor which to me was natural emanating from the cheese.
Now, should I assume an onslaught of anal leaked is in my near future or should I go to the gym as usual assured that I won't have to use their disgusting dungeon of a bathroom?
Update: Last night I waited for a couple hours and was doing ok so I decided to go to the gym. Got there and managed to get through my workout no problem, it wasn't until I hit the treadmill that trouble started brewing. I blame the motion of running making things churn in my stomach but I became so damn gassy. Holy Jesus was I gassy last night, the pressure just kept building and building even after I snuck a couple silent ones but my stomach was working overtime. Then outta nowhere my old roomate comes up to me and start talking to me about some girl he just broke up with...blah blah blah. I couldn't just leave now cause the guy seemed pretty upset so I had to pretend to care about what he was saying but at the same time I'm trying to maintain my pace running and by then I'm clenching my asscheeks together. I couldn't wager on something other than gas coming outta my ass so I was stuck the for 15 of the most miserable minutes I've ever had. As soon as he left I stopped the treadmill and went to the bathroom but God wanted to spite me further by placing some dude in the only freaking stall they have out of pure coincidence the gym was full of people last night so I just grabbed my keys and got the hell out of there. I just wanted to burst then but still had to make the drive home. Now I don't want to get too graphic here so I just finalize by saying I didn't make it completely home in time. I sharted while trying to relieve some pressure in the parking lot. Lesson Learned
1: I recall my friend ordering it earlier this week, I'm thinking either Monday or Tuesday night.
2: It had some sort of meat and peppers on it but they were concealed under a thick layer of cheese.
3: The slices were found still in it's original packaging and was lying next to my sofa therefore I presume it had not been refrigerated. But keep in mind my livingroom is freezing most of the day cause the heater has never worked right.
4: It still tasted good and yes I just finished what was left of it because there is no other food in my house. There was however, a slight odor which to me was natural emanating from the cheese.
Now, should I assume an onslaught of anal leaked is in my near future or should I go to the gym as usual assured that I won't have to use their disgusting dungeon of a bathroom?
Update: Last night I waited for a couple hours and was doing ok so I decided to go to the gym. Got there and managed to get through my workout no problem, it wasn't until I hit the treadmill that trouble started brewing. I blame the motion of running making things churn in my stomach but I became so damn gassy. Holy Jesus was I gassy last night, the pressure just kept building and building even after I snuck a couple silent ones but my stomach was working overtime. Then outta nowhere my old roomate comes up to me and start talking to me about some girl he just broke up with...blah blah blah. I couldn't just leave now cause the guy seemed pretty upset so I had to pretend to care about what he was saying but at the same time I'm trying to maintain my pace running and by then I'm clenching my asscheeks together. I couldn't wager on something other than gas coming outta my ass so I was stuck the for 15 of the most miserable minutes I've ever had. As soon as he left I stopped the treadmill and went to the bathroom but God wanted to spite me further by placing some dude in the only freaking stall they have out of pure coincidence the gym was full of people last night so I just grabbed my keys and got the hell out of there. I just wanted to burst then but still had to make the drive home. Now I don't want to get too graphic here so I just finalize by saying I didn't make it completely home in time. I sharted while trying to relieve some pressure in the parking lot. Lesson Learned