I decided for the hell of it (ha ha ha) to start a blog that I might be better understood. Here goes:
Today was a slow day so I decided to answer a question that had been plaguing me for some time: Can you really scare a person shitless if they've already taken a shit? I figured since I can be a scary fellow in my many forms and manifestations I'd put this to the test.
So I manifested in the men's bathroom of a Loews Hotel chain where a gentlemen was by himself taking a shit. I waited patiently until he was content that he had moved from his bowels all that was there to evacuate and exit the stall. As he was washing his hands I appeared behind him in my more familiar form of black robe and scythe, though with the added touch of blackened wings.
He promptly shat himself. Indeed, the sphincters of the colon are not as efficient as they could be and apparently need some encouragement.
With my question answered, I was able to return to my summer dwelling atop the New York Times building and check one more thing off my list curiosities.
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