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Post by oldsoldier on Apr 13, 2006 4:56:38 GMT -5
You have never lived till your body says now...and the next exit /rest area is 12 miles away. Sick as a dog (no offense Beau, my current travel buddy). I am pukin and poopin balistically, have a garbage bag on lap for a, and a garbage bag in trash can for b.
No idea why, bottled water, cook own meals, but I am diein here and poor Beau can't figure out why I can poop in the truck (in the trash can when required) and he can't...and the look...he is reincarnated I swear........
Later, got to poop and scoot down the road......................
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Post by freelance on Apr 13, 2006 7:27:15 GMT -5
OS: One word: Pepto-bismo or kayopectate......... An old line doggie like you, getting sick on the road? Say it isn't so? Out here, Free Lance
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Post by dredly on Apr 13, 2006 8:14:14 GMT -5
I bet that cab smells just wonderful...
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Post by momma on Apr 16, 2006 6:34:57 GMT -5
OS forgot to update -- was probably all due to the latest fruit of his loins.....more kidney stones.
Now there's a fun thought -- truck screaming down the road, fully loaded, 70 mph, and the driver about to double over or pass out from pain. Not as bad as childbirth (it's been established by experts, so there!), but bad enough.
(Of course, OS knows to stop before it gets that bad. Just hope all the other drivers out there do, too.)
Happy Motoring!
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Post by evilelvis on Apr 16, 2006 21:30:36 GMT -5
Man ... that guy has Bad Mojo. We gonna have to get OS De Mojotized the same way we do any guns handled by Shorty.
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