Whoopsy Daisy

I barfed at Arby's. Again.

The first time it happened, I was at this event in Atlanta:

http://www.arbys.com/admin_upload/press_rlse/45AnnivPressRelease%20FINAL.pdf

They had all these free Jamocha Shakes laying around and I drank, like, thirteen of them. Then I barfed them all up onto a Dominican guy's Nike Airs. Man, was he steamed! I got the hell out of there and called a cab. What else could I do?

Today's incident was baked potato-related. My buddy Richie told me he didn't think I could eat five of them, fully-loaded with the whole megillah (sour cream, chives, and butter), in under fifteen minutes. So I tried and, well, kudos to you, Richie. You really know my body.