Whoa.
Woke at three in the ayem, having just ripped a fart that was more substantial and less ethereal than was optimal. Leads me to wonder what I have eaten. A quick shower later, I’m back in bed with the shit/fart discriminator circuit turned up to 11.
sphincter leaking a bit? Hate when that happens.
Yet another Neanderpundit blog post that tips the scales from merely disturbing to horrifying……
:)
I hate it when that happens. Did you also have to change out the sheets? I have.
I hate it when that happens. Did you have to change the sheets, too? I usually do.
Frankly, this just screams out for a corresponding guest post from Mrs. Og.
*wicked grin*
Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX
sphincter leaked a bit? Know the feeling some myself. Not so much nocturnal, but rings a bell none the less.
Your wife won’t have to spend one single second in Purgatory. St. Peter will look at who she’s married to, say “Oh, you poor dear!” and usher her right in to the Pearly Gates.
Thankfully, I was a: not commando, and b: in a hotel.
Just had my first colonoscopy. I learned the importance of being near…if not actually sitting on…the throne when I down the first round of Colon Blow. While doing the Head Toward The Shitter Shuffle I was thinking “I ain’t gonna make it”. I was right. What a mess.
I texted the Lint Wife from the throne: “Bring box of Depends home tonight. Don’t ask”.