To all TBS people who were just dying to make my acquaintance in person last week in Reno: Sorry. I spent most of my time out there being a social nonentity. This was due to extended contemplation of whether it would be more efficient to sit ON the toilet, or crouch in FRONT of it, and whether one or both forms of violent expulsion could be controlled long enough for it to matter. I don’t know where exactly the food poisoning came from (Beto’s, maybe) but it was horrible.
Just thought you’d like to know. Cheers–
SB
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Ass! I ate Betos two nights ago, don’t tell me this shit!
I too took a plane ride a day after the running explosive nether-regional distress. Gives a new dubious cache to the term, “mile high club.” (re: origins of the name of this website and sinking realization that the sbv that just slipped out wasn’t flying solo.)
-M
ooo, you swindled a great opportunity to show your colors - a whole bunch of bacon strips, or more like a bacon blotch, by doing a distress ride.
Betos, eh? could it be that your delicate GI tract wasn’t acclimated to our high desert water-borne flora? speculation about the comido Latino, but not the stink finger?
sorry to have missed the opportunity to meet you, Sphincter Boy. work’s got me out of the area. perhaps this Sept. at the Vapor Trail 125? i’ll be seein’ visions and giggly with altitude after the first 12 hours.
Japhy rider
Never had any trouble with the high-desert water flora in the seven years I lived there…but maybe the easy life in the Front Range is making my GI microbial community soft.
After climbing at Vedauwoo (Wyo) yesterday and handjamming my way up a crack caked in birdshit, I wonder if I could also have absorbed some noxious ailment in that manner…