I need everyone to be on the lookout for the sneaky bandito that pulled a fast one on me yesterday. It seems that someone secretly exchanged all of the beverages that I consumed on Saturday with imported water pulled from the deepest, darkest, and dirtiest well in Mexico. That has to be it, for there can be no other explanation for the revolt that my digestive system staged yesterday. The word miserable does not even begin to describe my suffering. On a scale of 1-10, with 10 being mostly dead, I was a strong 10. I'm telling you, I should start going by "King" William considering how much time I spent on the "throne" yesterday. Here it is 24 hours later, and I am just now starting to feel better. Uhhhhggg........next time just shoot me.
William
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