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Rapport sur la sécurité alimentaire : McDonald's, 63rd Street, Woodridge, IL, United States.
il y a 9 ans •reported by user-xmngw592
2401 63rd Street, Woodridge, 60517 Illinois, United States
So I was on an empty stomach and needed about 800 calories to fill my diet. I ordered a double quarter pounder with cheese and it was very good. This is all at about 7 o clock. I was going about my night while around 9 o clock something nasty started hitting me like a train. I immediately became completely out of it and was in quite a bit of pain. After figuring it wasn't just indigestion I forced myself to puke to avoid the nuclear fallout later. My body had no problem doing this as I was sick as hell. At about 11 o clock I got most of the nasty shit out of my stomach but could feel what I didn't get traveling through my body. I honestly felt like the Hindenburg the rest of the night, on edge waiting for when I'd erupt. As I'm laying in bed at around 3 am, I came under a swift attack, my lower stomach began to feel like jack the ripper had done me dirty, so I paced off to the toilet. This is where my butthole met it's match as it became an RPG when it was always meant to be a slipping slide. I spent the next 30minutes in sweat demolishing the toilet. Ultimately I felt a lot better, but really I still feel pretty shitty. All in all, f*ck McDonald's, I really don't know what I was thinking. | Symptômes: Diarrhée, Nausée, Fièvre, Vomissements
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