When I was younger (follow me on this) I was prone to eating, sometimes as often as 1 or 2 times a day. When I got lonely I'd eat almost anything, including food from Chili's. Chili's wasn't my preference, but it was close and convenient - or so I thought...
The chicken tacos looked good but by the end of the day I found out the looks were deceiving because none of the plumbing thought so. My hotel's plumbing didn't. My plumbing didn't. My stomach's plumbing didn't. So I think it was pretty conclusive.
The worst thing that can happen with one's plumbing is for it be backed up, and frankly I'll do just about anything to avoid letting my personal plumbing "back up" aka "throwing up" aka "ralphing" aka "vomiting" aka "ejecting" aka "heaving" aka "upchucking" aka "ruminate" aka "hurl" aka, I'm out of akas on this one but I'll be back...
Normally when my plumbing gets compromised (aka food poisoning) I recover within a matter of hours. Maybe 24, but still a reasonable number of hours. But this time, it took days. It was a plumbing nightmare. I thought my stomach was trying to upchuck my own stomach. Luckily it didn't. And luckily I don't go to Chili's any more, which I'd say is a good policy for everyone.
Oh no, you don't have to worry about the nutritional values, you'll throw this up within 5 hours at worst.
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