Somehow I knew there were going to be problems this morning. I had pork chops, wings, hot sauce, and Katrina's fatalii jelly last night. I added the magic elixir vodka and set it to churning like a unbalanced load of laundry with some sneakers in it. This morning I woke up and immediately knew this was not going to be a good morning. I made my way to the scene of the crime and hunkered down. What followed was something out of "The Hills Have Eyes". Through much grunting and groaning I soldiered on until I could handle no more. There was a mushroom cloud emanating from the bowl and filling up the room. I quickly finished the deed and hit the floor, knowing that it was my only chance to make it out alive. I crawled for the door like a Marine crawling under a razor wire fence. Upon my exit, I quickly slammed the door and ran through the upstairs looking for my loved ones. Like a fireman running out of oxygen on the 50th floor of a highrise I cleared every room. Thank God! I ran down the stairs and out the door. It seems my family had exacted our fire emergency plan and had assembled out on the sidewalk. After a long while I mustered up the courage to go back in the front door. I looked up the stairs and I saw what must resemble a Nuclear Fallout not seen since Chernobyl. Just then I heard a knock at the door. Seems the crew from Life After People had been called a little prematurely. We are still alive, but I am afraid the second floor is a total loss.