... right as it happens! I'm eating lunch at my desk and having not just the usual simple slime but what I can only call a multiple PB, which is not anything you want for Valentine's Day. I ran to close my office door and made it just in time. I thought I was already the queen of badly timed slime (see earlier posts on pulling over on eight-lane interstates), but this is a new low. Culprit? Ravioli. I took small, well-chewed bites, I swear!

Oops, gotta grab that mug again. . .

Zoe, are you ok? I just wanted to thank you for sharing that....LOL What are friends for, right? Lets see....hmmmmm....flour....water....paste....PB....got it!

i had a nice little pb myself at the office today. some improperly chewed cabbage did me in. luckily, everyone here knows about the surgery so they don't think i'm bulimic. i feel really lucky that i don't have to hide!

Yuck. My condolences.

I've had to upchuck and spit slime into my wastebasket a time or two, and I'm in a cube with no door to shut...

Talk about gross...

All it takes is ANY type of real potato for me and pb guaranteed, maybe not the next bite, but very soon to follow. Even mashed potatoes, unless they're flaked artificial taters, damn this is a smart band.

I have tried soo many times to fool it, you know a tiny bite of mashed potatoes (Country Crock) followed quickly by beef and gravy, not to be fooled, then like Zoe said, multi pb's....ERRR.

Hope you're feeling better Zoe.

OK, where's that smilie with his hands over his ears, going LA LA LA LA....lol That's what my daughter (age 23) does when mom and I start talking sex....LMAO

:lalala:

Your wish is my comand...

ROTFL....that's him. Thank you dear lady

I'm fine now, thanks. And grateful that I'm not in a cube, for so many reasons! I hope the thread's heading is blatant enough to scare the weak of stomach away from reading this stuff. . . maybe I should start a poll on worst PB experiences.

I nearly lost it IN my son's tae kwon do class... I jumped up and ran outside, they thought I was a lunatic... made it just to the side of my car before I made my own version of ripe plums from a cannon... the skins got me, and brought up stuff I'd eaten when I was 5 I think...

I can't do any type of potato's or pasta, not even a bite, but I can do pretty good size amounts of rice... how weird is that?

I think I would win worst PB!!

Damn I miss my PB's

I would give anything to PB again...as much as I hated them when I was having one, I would give anything to have them back

I miss my band!

Aww.. are you thinking of getting another band, La Madam?

I saw a study online that showed that patients that were rebanded after erosion did not re-erode.. and that was four years after they were rebanded!

The Pb got me last night on the way home from my second job. Unfortunately I was in my husband's van instead of my truck. I'm better prepared in my own vehicle, I have a little trash container with bags... Oops! His poor coffee mug! I washed it when I got home, I promise!

I don't even have a band but shudder at the memories of bad PBs. Zoe, you should carry barf bags in your lunch pail! OMG, I'm gonna make a million because I just thought of a new invention... PB Pouches. Little disposable purse size PB bags with twisties. Chaching, I'm rich!

Excellent idea, D! Ever since my highway PB disaster, I keep a little plastic sealable tub next to me in the car. . . but your lovely PB bags can go anywhere, discreetly.