Thursday, March 13, 2008

My Brother Coins "Diarrhea Explosiva"

This afternoon, mid-action, i was certain i was on a roll when I decided on a courtesy flush lest the acrid odor build up and overwhelm the unfortunate sucka that was next to grace this single stall at work.

Whoosh!!!... Then abruptly, the unrest ceased. Not a remnant sensation whatsoever.

I then concluded: the sound of a toilet flushed is psychological signal to the brain: It's all over, buddy!

It's mental Pepto.

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