Lactose intollerance my a$$

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Here I sit.

The only thing that stands (or sits) between me and total olfactory melt down is a kitchen stool.


If I'm right?

I'll only fart in humiliation.

But if I'm wrong?


I'm going to have "chocolate pudding" pants.



Intestinal flu is the worst.



Going to watch the Rockford Files.


Love,


Grammy





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