Bucketing out of both ends

There was one occasion I was staying round at my girlfriends and I ordered a chinese takeway. I remember eating it thinking: "hmmmmmmmm this Chinese smells like cat food". I ate about third of it and then binned the rest.

Needless to say, about an hour later there were rumblings of discontent from my bowels. The evacuations were explosive, liquid and violent. I think I must have spent the whole night either running too or squatting on the lav. In fact I did so much shitting that by the following day my shits had a clear, glutinous, jelly like quality.

You won't be suprised to here I didn't order from that Chinese again.