Bob went into the back pump up room, crashed down on the massage table they had back there for the athletes. He started throwing up again and we fed him little sips of water and Piedialite trying to re-hydrate him. Nothing would stay down. The promoter called IFBB head, Wayne who wisely insisted the medics come and check out the situation.
The paramedics took one look at Bob and they took him away in the ambulance. I rode with him. So off we went, Bob all oiled up in his red thong, me in my wear all done up false eyelashes and all.
