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'm not a big burper. It's not easy for me to do.
I don't use supari at all, as that gets stuck in your throat.
I can't burp on command.
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.
My wife has to be the worst cook. I've got the only dog who begs for alka-seltzer.
Maybe my variety is due to bad absorption of vitamins.
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.
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.
