There was a huge bin of fresh cherries sitting in the kitchen at work and a co-worker grabbed a large bowl full.
�Don�t eat too many, you will get Cherry tummy,� I said to him as he was walking back to his desk.
He turned back to me quizzically & asked: �What is cherry tummy?�
�You don�t know what cherry tummy is?�
�No, I rarely eat cherries.�
I stared at him, wondering if he was fucking with me. He looked sincere, so I tried to figure out a way to delicately phrase the definition of cherry tummy to a co-worker.
After one too many cherries, you will double over in horrible agony while clutching your middle section until it all comes shooting out in a painful and hateful poo spray, pits and all.
�Gives you bad poops,� I blurted out with a quick, mental re-phrase.
�Oh,� he said, as he turned red and quickly scuttled back to his cubicle.