I was hanging out with my girfriend for a few hours the night before Thanksgiving break because it would be a week before seeing her again. I had a little indigestion, and at some point early in the night, I began to clench. I almost made it through the entire night, until I decided it would be a bright idea to pick her up and carry her down the hall. Two explosions and a month later, I'm still in abject horror with myself. At least, I carried her away from the smell, eh?