About halfway through the SuperGenius’s rehearsal dinner, I was struck ill. I am hoping that, since there appears now to be nothing left in my system, that I am done being ill.
I feel fine other than that, so I don’t know if I ate something–maybe that chocolate shake on the way down here? Or if the 50-person orgy I attended on Wednesday was not as carefully screened as they promised.
Tiny Cat Pants 
50 person orgy? No one ever invites me to the good parties anymore.
Wait, wait, wait. If that wasn’t you and your wife in the matching “Chez Bez” negligees, who did I lend my rental car to after the orgy?
::: jingling keys :::
We’re enjoying the Vegas strip immensely! Ooooooh … look! Another buffet!!!!
Thanks, Aunt B!!!
Oh no!
Hope it wasn’t the *Bao* you ate at the Chitalian place we visited!
What a shame you weren’t able to cover yourself in vomit for the hotel people.
Actually, perhaps they slipped you something in revenge for the bathroom stunt.
ooooh, so that’s where this cold sore came from…
perhaps it was some sort of psychic sympathy vomiting for Brittney?
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