

Dinner's done, the dishes are cleared, and my stomach's already staging a full-blown protest. But did I listen? Of course not. Fueled by poor impulse control, I chased down a mountain of food with the classic Coke and Mentos combo. Now, I'm trapped in a burping, bloated purgatory, desperately trying to contain the internal volcano. Regret is a bitter aftertaste – almost as bad as the explosive fizzy eruption that seems imminent.
(I was getting over being sick when I filmed this, so I apologize for the coughing and sniffles)