Sunday, February 19, 2006

Someone took a dump in the swimming pool....


And this time it wasn't a Baby Ruth...

The Small Child o'Mine and I drove 30 miles to an indoor pool yesterday morning at nine o'clock for our regular swim and splash session only to find a closed pool. Carl Spackler was nowhere in sight (Remember him and his "incredible Cinderella story"? If not click the jpeg for severe Spackler fandom) Olaf said I should blog about the experience. (Wait a second... I have a blog?) Someone should remind me to update this thing once in a while....

1 Comments:

badassmofo said...

Did you know that if you poop in a pool, and have a diet high in fiber, that when the doodoo floats to the surface, something terrifying happens?
Well, actually, the MOST TERRIFYING thing is that you took a dump in a pool. Secondary to that, however, is that when you freak out because there is a "brown bunny" treading water next to you and you try to run away, it will chase you. The faster you run, the closer it gets to you, trying to play it's macabre game of tag. Your girlish screams do nothing but draw the attention of the other pool goers and their mocking chortles. Or so I've been told.

7:25 PM  

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