To all my PF friends, I'm submitting a warning: Although my family incident story contained no bodily fluids, and is, in my opinion, of good taste, my poem is not. I have returned to my former glory of "grossmeister of PF", and have written a narrative poem about vomit. You are lucky...I didn't feel compelled to describe it in detail (although now that I'm thinking about it...). I feel that it is an unusual tale, and I have told it as cleanly as I can.

Please forgive me.