SuburbanAdventure

I had a meeting at 2 o’clock and thought that I should use the rest room before so I wouldn’t be late.  I triumphantly enter the stall, squat and the waiting begins.  Maybe it was the recovery from yesterday’s fasting, or maybe it was eating shells and cheese for lunch but I think I could here each individual tirdlet walking to my ass and jumping into the toilet yelling “Whee!”  It sounded like a Chinese marble clock rather than a fat man shitting.  It was very anticlimatic.  When I finally got up it looked liked a brass monkey dipped in chocolate, It nice to see that in the absence of cathartic quantity my colon could generate such consistency.