stomach

I'm, I'm, um-

Tummy troubles

"It is priest day."

Sure, sure, I know, but I...

[smacks lips] They don't have to do that.

They bite off the leaves, swallow the leaves whole, leaves go down the throat into the tummy.

Tummy has rocks, rocks help grind up the plant material, and when they send it out the other end, all the, uh, all the nutrition has been extracted from it.

Now, you remember I told you the difference between when it's discovered and when it's described? Well, it took the, the paleontologist, because of where it was found, it was found in a very remote location where they couldn't get to it easier, and the bones were ginormous.

It took them four summers to excavate it.

He's a good one.

He's like, "We don't have a word for tummy." He's like, "We have to say, like, 'My stomach is in pain.'"

Estomago.

Yeah.

He's like, "You have to say, like, 'My stomach is in pain.'"

Suddenly, we have all of these different departments talking to each other.

How could we ensure that the patient who comes in for Sikmura or stomach upset, we get to the root cause? Hindi lang dental, hindi lang bad breath.

There's a bacteria that's actually infecting the stomach.

So how do we track the improvement of this particular patient? So there are many, many efforts in that particular space.

""And how are things going with you?", he asked.

Oh rotten as usual Tummy all wrong and no money.

What's the damn good of it whimsy A man goes and fights for his country Gets his inside gassed out And loses his job And all they give him Is the privilege Of marching past the Cenotaph Once a year And paying four shillings In the pound income tax She lives queer too Overwork Poor girl It's pretty damnable For a man To have to live On his wife's earnings Isn't it I can't help it Whimsy I go sick And have to Chuck jobs up Money I never thought of money Before the war But I swear nowadays I'd commit any damned crime To get hold of a decent Income Fentiman's voice Had risen in nervous excitement A shocked veteran Till then invisible In a neighboring armchair Poked out a lean Head like a tortoise And said Shh Viperishly Oh I Wouldn't Do That Said Whimsy Lightly "Crime's a skilled occupation, you know.

Even a comparative imbecile like myself can play the giddy sleuth on the amateur Moriarty.

Only the younger men felt no sense of outrage.

They knew too much.

Dick Challoner, known to his intimates as Tin Tummy Challoner owing to the fact that he had been fitted with a spare part after the Second Battle of the Somme, took the gasping Fentiman away into the deserted library for a stiffener.

The club secretary hurried in in his dress shirt and trousers, the half-dried lather still clinging to his jaws.

And

instantly she heard like, Stomach dropped, you know, like, fuck.

Yep.

But this woman came up to her, asked her, and then gave her a big hug.