So I had just opened up a popsicle as a post-meal treat, and as I'm walking back from the fridge I felt those tiny bungus demons scratching and clawing at my walls. It was clear: my daily deposit was needed, and quick.
So I saunter on back to the toilet and plop down, and it didn't really hit me until I sat down that I still had the popsicle in hand. There wasn't anywhere to sit it and you know those things melt quick. So I just sat there licking away while I plopped out some truly nasty tar biscuits. Now, this wasn't some Mississippi mud butter or some steamy hot poopie kaka that slides out you like a sneaky fart in the breeze, no this was something much more sinister and, um, gravitationally worrisome. These were fully grown prairie dogs, and they were hungry. It was like one of King Kong's fingers coming out of me in sections. Would it ever end? I was sitting there humming "No one man should have all that power/The clock's tickin' I just count the hours" as more and more of the churdy wonders kept pouring out of me like I was some great geyser.
I've heard that those turd particles get airborne, but I didn't taste anything different with the popsicle. I did finish it up before I started wiping (and I don't even want to get into what a saga that was as I'm someone who can't quit wiping until that TP is pristine). How gross am I? Was my cherry popsicle actually a fudge stick? Has anyone else ever, I don't know, eaten a bologna sandwich or something while on the can?
So I saunter on back to the toilet and plop down, and it didn't really hit me until I sat down that I still had the popsicle in hand. There wasn't anywhere to sit it and you know those things melt quick. So I just sat there licking away while I plopped out some truly nasty tar biscuits. Now, this wasn't some Mississippi mud butter or some steamy hot poopie kaka that slides out you like a sneaky fart in the breeze, no this was something much more sinister and, um, gravitationally worrisome. These were fully grown prairie dogs, and they were hungry. It was like one of King Kong's fingers coming out of me in sections. Would it ever end? I was sitting there humming "No one man should have all that power/The clock's tickin' I just count the hours" as more and more of the churdy wonders kept pouring out of me like I was some great geyser.
I've heard that those turd particles get airborne, but I didn't taste anything different with the popsicle. I did finish it up before I started wiping (and I don't even want to get into what a saga that was as I'm someone who can't quit wiping until that TP is pristine). How gross am I? Was my cherry popsicle actually a fudge stick? Has anyone else ever, I don't know, eaten a bologna sandwich or something while on the can?