Bah! I once had a shish-Kebab from one of the rolling trolleys in Oslo, the ones that the health inspectorate never catches. Greasy, indetermined ground meat (pigeon&rat most likely) svimming in an active bacteriaculture slightly resembling garlic sauce (amongst others). There's a story published in newspapers over here about what they actually found in the sauce in one of those trolleys, but it's way to offending to be on this BBS.
Well, ate the kebab with most of the wrapping and all, then stumbled drunkenly to my apartment. Woke up sunday, but no action i the lower departments whatsoever. The stomach actually kept quiet for 24 hours, except for a disturbing intermittent rumbling.
Monday morning came, and no problem. I got up, showered and got my bike from the balkony, getting ready for school. Then, in the hallway, as i just had attached the clamps around my ankles (the ones that keeps your pants outta the chain), i raised my torso a bit too fast up. THANK GOD FOR THE CLAMPS! Unable to move, i let the painful process finish there and then, clinging to the clothrack with my pale hands. Afterwards, all I had to do was to walk into the shower and loosen the clamps. No spillage in the apartment at all!
Those clamps should be marketed diffrently! What an excellent acessory for all drunken binge & purge weekends.
