"Muscles?" Maybe "mussels," hmmmm? (Don't mean to be snarky!)

Ah, yes, Cherries. 3 years ago we were in Italy for family visits, and I gorged on the ripe cherries we found at the local market, with much the same result as you had....
Unfortunately, experience didn't teach me much. We were back this summer and....
Boy, the cherries tasted good.

Maybe that's what it tasted like on her food pallet?

Oh, sure.

My spelling has never been one of my greatest gifts.

oh the cherries. I've never had rainier cherries, until a coworker recently told me about them (we're new to the area). and oh are they amazing! The produce here is truly mind boggling - it's like mecca for vege-pesca-tarians like me!

Been there. Done that. Never learned.

I've done that. It's best just to holler out "TOO MUCH FRUIT!" when they ask if you're okay in there.

This reminds me of that yucky scene in The Witches of Eastwick, where they make Jack projectile vomit cherries.

Why do we NEVER learn?

Oh, yeah that brings back memories of past...Oh wait that happened to me this week too. Yeah I never learn, and I think i dissillusion myself into thinking it won't happen again. *sigh* lets not talk about spelling. Actually I am terrible at typing. LOL I hope you don;t mind that I added you to my blog roll.

The cherry episode reminds me of our first vacation trip out west. To keep me from asking "are we there yet?" every 5 minutes, Dad would stop at Stuckey's. In addition to the infamous pecan logs, I remember some of the Stuckey's had fresh cherry juice.
And on the return portion of our trip, I had the "gurgles" for 2 days straight after eating a whole bag of cherries we bought in Washington. All I can say is thank goodness we were traveling in a conversion van with a bathroom.

LOL. Absolutely cracked me up. I LOVE bathroom humor.

Have a great day :)

I used to do that with strawberries when I lived in OR. Funny. I was thinking about that problem before I got to the tummy rumblings in your entry!

Oh honey. Being from the San Juan Islans, I totally know what you're talking about. I've done the roadside cherry purchase before, gleefully spitting pits out the window as I drive untill the bag is empty. Then suddenly realizing that I'm on the backroads of Anacortes and there's NO bathroom anywhere near when the gurgling begins. Feel your pain hon.

I was laughing out loud and crying. I have SOOO been there!

Oh I am so glad I am not the only one who has done that! And then done it again because I love cherries so much!

Some people learn, others just keep enjoying themselves, no matter what the consequences.

Cheryl

Ah, the glories of fiber. I have been there myself THIS week but it was unfortunately some hot chiles that decided they needed to exit the premises all at once...and I was out walking the dog with my sweetie.

I stopped suddenly, clenching with all my might, looking up at the trees like I had taken a sudden interest in bird-watching so he wouldn't glimpse the desperation in my eyes...

After several sudden stop/clenches I confessed what was up. He offered to go get the car and drive me home and I said "You may not want to do that."

We walked fast and made it home posthaste, and in the nick of time!

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If you can fill a toilet with cherries, you can fill a blog with potty humor.