Endless shrimp= endless excretion

Although it seems like a good idea at the time, endless shrimp ends up leaving you with an endless supply of excrement. If I had any more shrimp scampi, my stomach would have exploded like that girl I read about in a book about cadavers. Her stomach could not hold the 5.7 liters that she ended up eating that cold, blustery, gluttinous night. She should have refrained from the dozen donuts, 3 cheeseburgers, 6 slices of pizza, half a bucket of chicken, bowl of matzah ball soup, cucumber, a double decker sandwich complete with bacon turkey mayo and some capers sprinkled over the top, and 5 scoops of butter pecan ice cream with hot creamy caramel. But she didn't....she died of an exploded stomach. Good thing I escaped the grips of death this time cause that would be a horrible way to meet the good Lord above. However, orange delites, miami vices and ddr are the perfect end to a gluttinous evening.