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| - This may be the first review that I've awoken from a deep dream of peace to write. Ok, first I had to make a pit stop, but then it was time to pen my thoughts and aspir... ooooh hoooold on, brb...
Now, where was I. Here's a fun fact... the human body can hold up to a quarter of its own weight in disposable fluids, whose liberation can be mobilized by Arriba's own spinach enchiladas. Ole!
That's right, the green leafy vegetable made famous by a marble-mouthed sailor, now compels me to blow my own ballast tanks... again and again
But I have to say, this couldn't have come at a better time, with tomorrow being the inaugurate outing of my office's hiking group. Magic 8 Ball says "Signs point to yes" that I'll collapse 27 minutes into the trek from dehydration, and possibly require professional extrication.
You know what doesn't require professional extrication? The cauldron of dysentery brewing in my lower GI. Spiiiicy!
But to be fair, its not all waterloo, Arriba's. I really should thank you for lightening my load, even though I've really never felt more bloated and irritated. *quizzical look*
And if I ever nurture the desire to tarry in your cantina, which is somewhat reminiscent of The Blue Oyster on tango night, I'll be sure not to waste the opportunity, and schedule that pesky colonoscopy for the following morning. Osmoprep's got nutin on you, honey.
Montezuma's revenge me once, shame on you. Montezuma's revenge me twice... we wont get fooled again
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