I'm not a big burper. It's not easy for me to do.
There was an old man of Orleans, Who was given to eating of beans; Till once out of sport, he swallowed a quart, That dyspeptic old man of Orleans.
I don't use supari at all, as that gets stuck in your throat.
Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've ate and can't digest.
Certain foods no longer agree with me. If I eat French fries, I might feel sick to my stomach.
I can't burp on command.
My wife has to be the worst cook. I've got the only dog who begs for alka-seltzer.
I have to be careful what I eat before going onstage, to avoid an upset stomach.
Only a portion of my intestinal tract was working.
Unhealthy meals don't just cause internal damage decades down the road, but right here and now, within hours of going into your mouth.
Maybe my variety is due to bad absorption of vitamins.
I loathe cheese, it makes me ill.
I know that I have a special stomach.
I used to have, and I still do have, really bad acid reflux. I had a surgical procedure done... that repaired a valve at the top of my stomach that had completely burned away.
To be honest, bread constipates me, and I like to have my daily bowel movement.
I'm allergic to cheese, wheat, and flour.
