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I had an Indian from Pem Balti last night, and stone the flamin crows, my guts are paying for it today.
Deary me. I’ve had them before from there, and usually alright. But Christ, I’m farting like a whale and my stomach seems to be doing involuntary Yoga.
My farts absolutely stink.
I had an Indian from Pem Balti last night, and stone the flamin crows, my guts are paying for it today.Deary me. I’ve had them before from there, and usually alright. But Christ, I’m farting like a whale and my stomach seems to be doing involuntary Yoga.
My farts absolutely stink.
I had one in Portsmouth the other week, my stomach was like a cement mixer,when I went for a dump it was like p*****g out of my a**e.
Why is it though, you always say “never again!”…….
……but then you do?
I feel like absolute shite this morning. I don’t think it’s food poisoning, I’m not that bad, but it just hasn’t agreed with me at all.
Worst food poisoning i ever had was off a Kebab. Christ, I was rough as sin for a week, bedridden for 4 days (apart from when I had to run) I ate sod all for 2 weeks and lost a stone and half! Honestly, I was white as anything and my face went gaunt. “Never, ever, again”, said I.
Sure enough, I did do. Don’t know why, it’s greasy, spicy, shit at the end of the day. Can’t be good putting all that in your guts, can it?
I think a lot of Chinkys serve pre cooked stuff now, not had one for ages. Currys the way forward, better if yer make yer own.
Then of course you have the urban myths about Indians ! Your stomach is probably akin to Marc Almonds ! ( Another urban myth ! )
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