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Lactose Intolerance

I am reminded of the cliché

"It hit me like a freight train."

But honestly, have you ever seen a freight train?

Those things make a **** ton of noise,

They're absolutely ginormous,

And they're not that fast.

You would have to be blind, deaf, and ******* stupid to get hit by one.

 

So no, the pain doesn't hit like a freight train.

It hits like a avalanche.

You're just sitting there, minding your own business

When suddenly, you begin to feel the thunderous roar.

Before you even realize what's about to happen

You're engulfed in the crippling agony,

keeled over, begging for death.

 

All this because you wanted some ice cream.

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brandon-giesbrecht
Canadian
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Sep 9, 2011
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