It's good to have girlfriends

My friend came over to bring Carlie home after school. Of course, I had to show her my ziplock full of gallstones and my cyborg drain in my gut and my cool bag of bile. Because I am cool like that.

When she finished gagging a little bit in her mouth, her comment:

"At least it doesn't smell like poo."

So you see there? There's always a bright side. Yes, I have two nasty bags of disgust hanging on my right hip. But neither one of them smells like poo.

I win! Yay!