Emigrate, not immigrate.
Good story, but it'd fit this week's theme better if you were unrepentantly boasting about how you'd fed laxative-laced mangoes to an unsuspecting friend.

Also, whilst in hospital (post-stroke), my dad didn't poo for a few days. When he finally did, he declared to the nice nurse that wheeled him in, that a good poo was better than sex. Said nurse looked at him like he was an idiot. I think he'd be pleased to know that he's not the only one to feel "post-coital" after shitting!
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 23 Feb 2012, 10:44, Reply)