The Lady Of The House • I think you’re a super champ. and i don’t know if you follow me anymore. because all i post is ladies puking on one another. but it was fun whilst it lasted. you is also are a very pretty woman, censor bar and all. I never get any of your references to shows or anything, because I only watch QVC but i still sit here like HAHAHAHHAHA YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also, TLOTH sounds like the sound I make when I eat chocolate when im high. i cant write very well.

Q:I think you're a super champ. and i don't know if you follow me anymore. because all i post is ladies puking on one another. but it was fun whilst it lasted. you is also are a very pretty woman, censor bar and all. I never get any of your references to shows or anything, because I only watch QVC but i still sit here like HAHAHAHHAHA YEAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also, TLOTH sounds like the sound I make when I eat chocolate when im high. i cant write very well.

Anonymous

TLOTH is a nearly unpronounceable thing. Much like Muad’dib, my name is a killing word. In your defense, QVC is highly entertaining. Anyone who isn’t watching Quacker Factory is missing out.

As for puking, well. Forgive me. A tale of terror:

I suffered a terrible reaction to Levaquin (a powerful antibiotic) while undergoing treatment for a sinus infection that would eventually result in surgery. The adverse reaction was vomiting, projectile, profuse, and prolonged. I was out with a friend when the reaction hit. I had to excuse myself from a reading in order to be sick. I thought I’d be able to make it home, but I vomited on the street. In fact, I vomited every ten feet for the entire mile and a half walk back to my house. I couldn’t call a car or cab because none would take me. I wasn’t sure if I could get an ambulance or if I needed to go to the hospital, because I was too busy vomiting to think straight.

I vomited every two minutes for what I believe to have been eight hours. Once there was nothing more to vomit I dry heaved. I crawled across the bathroom floor that night because my stomach muscles had cramped up too much to allow me to stand.

You sound like a lovely thing (I think know who you are, if so I do still peep in on you from time to time), but oh my dear, you’ll forgive me if I choose to no longer have vomit be involved in my life.

-TLOTH