poo irony

I spent two months in Sub-Saharan Africa, eating local food at street stands and at roadside holes-in-the-wall and had perfectly fine poops. Solid, every dang morning.

Then I come back to the US, eat some gourmet food at fancy restaurants, and have the most violent cramping diarrhea ever.

Go figure.

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