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Ole Olestra!

The fifth day.

I ate a mess (no pun intended) of Doritos "Max" Cooler Ranch tortilla chips. I had to wonder about the name, though: "cooler" than what? Raisins? Kevin Costner?

My five-day underwear remained free of melted brown crayons, though they were aging disgracefully. That evening, I went to the gym and worked out until I was drenched in sweat, but I valiantly kept wearing my sodden underwear. For God's sake, this was science!

Gastrointestinally, the rest of the day was uneventful, so let's move on to...

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