all you can eat sushi massacre
i cant come up with enough analogies to describe the chaos in my stomach right now. i've always been one to boast about how i wanted to die by excessive sushi, but i guess suicide isn’t my thing. they just kept bringing out platter by platter, along with other traditional japanese counterparts. once i hit level five my eyes started glazing over with starch. now in retrospect i think i did remarkable considering my opponents' grown men stomach sizes. mike got to level 7 but probably drop to around level 4 after throwing up in the bathroom, high fives. and ryan, christ. that would only make sense. level eight, barely any breathing spared. ultimately, it was a excruciating finale, leaving us crippled over with our heads in wasabi. i don’t want to eat sushi, or anything else for that matter, for a very very long time