I'm an awful person. I immediately began laughing so hard I cried, and nearly fell off the curb I was sitting.
Ron, it seems, at a bad Kolache. One got me years ago (look up my purgative post). Something about kolaches with egg in them... not good. He got the "Denver".
He was fine until sometime last night, when he began vomiting. Not wanting to make a mess, he used the nearest thing at hand, the half-full 2 liter bottle of old urine. He uses it, then dumps it out, and rinses, every day or so.
"The smell was pretty bad" he continued as I wheezed with laughter "It made me throw up again." He grinned at me as I sobbed and wheezed, nearly rolling on the ground as I envisioned the horrific scene.
I begged and begged, please let me put it in the blog. He pretended to object. "That's…