[18:52] <Sylara> are you listening, Veh?
[18:53] * ChanServ sets mode: +l 25
[18:53] <Sylara> Usually my gross stories involve menstration, but today I got to add a gross story involving INFECTION
[18:53] * Sylara cracks her storytelling knuckles
[18:54] <Sylara> So there Savannah and I were in Sam's
which is the brainchild of Sam Walmart, err... maybe his last
name isn't Walmart, I dunno. Anyway. We went there to
buy 500 pounds of burger because thats just the way it
comes, and of course we stop at every sample cart there is.
[18:56] <Sylara> As we walked up to the sample cart that
had a charming old woman frying both pepper bacon and
maple bacon, she was telling a co-worker standing next
to her... "Yes, its definately infected. It's an open hole about
the size of my fingernail, but its gotten smaller and now its
only as big as the tip of my finger."
[18:56] <Sylara> EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWW
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
[18:56] <Vehementi> no
[18:56] <Sylara> YUCK!!!.. She's frying maple bacon with
something infected and open!
[18:57] <Sylara> no? You're not listening? Nonesense
[18:57] <Sylara> is that gross or what?
[18:58] <Sylara> That almost beats the time that a waitress
insisted on telling Balor and I all about her surgery on her
corns, while serving us our dinner.
[18:58] <Sylara> people... funny critters.
How about a rousing round of Pre-Thanksgiving Gross Stories. I KNOW YOU GOT 'EM! SPILL 'EM!
*prepares a bucket of disinfectant* I'm ready.
[18:53] * ChanServ sets mode: +l 25
[18:53] <Sylara> Usually my gross stories involve menstration, but today I got to add a gross story involving INFECTION
[18:53] * Sylara cracks her storytelling knuckles
[18:54] <Sylara> So there Savannah and I were in Sam's
which is the brainchild of Sam Walmart, err... maybe his last
name isn't Walmart, I dunno. Anyway. We went there to
buy 500 pounds of burger because thats just the way it
comes, and of course we stop at every sample cart there is.
[18:56] <Sylara> As we walked up to the sample cart that
had a charming old woman frying both pepper bacon and
maple bacon, she was telling a co-worker standing next
to her... "Yes, its definately infected. It's an open hole about
the size of my fingernail, but its gotten smaller and now its
only as big as the tip of my finger."
[18:56] <Sylara> EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWW
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
[18:56] <Vehementi> no
[18:56] <Sylara> YUCK!!!.. She's frying maple bacon with
something infected and open!
[18:57] <Sylara> no? You're not listening? Nonesense
[18:57] <Sylara> is that gross or what?
[18:58] <Sylara> That almost beats the time that a waitress
insisted on telling Balor and I all about her surgery on her
corns, while serving us our dinner.
[18:58] <Sylara> people... funny critters.
How about a rousing round of Pre-Thanksgiving Gross Stories. I KNOW YOU GOT 'EM! SPILL 'EM!
*prepares a bucket of disinfectant* I'm ready.
