For breakfast this morning, I ate vanilla ice-cream with hot fudge on top... so it's no surprise that after eating a hot-pocket for lunch [a few hours later] that I suddenly felt like I was five minutes away from throwing up. You know when you get that rush of liquid in your throat just before it happens... I kept getting that - I was afraid it was inevitable.

But then I downed half a bottle of "the pink stuff" and looked in the mirror at my 'pink' mustache, just like a milk-mustache, but pink... that's when I got the idea for a new milk-commercial-spin-off for Pepto-Bismol: "Got Sick?", it's genius. There was a more "pg-13" version of the tag-line, but I probably don't need to get into that. Anyways, no more ice-cream breakfasts for me! I’m about to be filthy rich...

I'm not so sure why I wrote this post.