...to get Jim to clench the flow mid-stream and abandon the urinal?

One guy shuffling to the crapper like Eddie Murphy doing his tight-assed white guy impersonation followed by two explosive gaseous anal exhalations. You know the ones with that curiously soft echo that you can only get while seated on the throne. Poof! Poof!. The ones that always precede a torrent of semi-liquid gelatinous feces spraying forth from a burning anus like a garden hose when you hold your thumb over the end that will remain stuck to the back of the bowl regardless of how many times you try to flush.

Yeah, that's what it takes.

Posted by: Jim at 02:35 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment
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1 Damn! That was you?!

Posted by: dave at May 20, 2004 10:23 PM (EXbsn)

2 Too much sharing.

Posted by: Simon at May 21, 2004 12:55 AM (UKqGy)

3 Too much sharing. Simon, I think you just came up with the ultimate subtitle for this blog.

Posted by: ilyka at May 21, 2004 04:42 AM (CjcOh)

4 Jim, you promised you would issue a Poo alert when you would discuss...ahem...bodily functions. Some of us are delicate flowers, after all.

Posted by: Helen at May 21, 2004 07:11 AM (+Qiat)

5 Sorry, Helen. When you gotta go, you gotta go. ;-)

Posted by: Jim at May 21, 2004 07:51 AM (IOwam)

6 Have you ever eaten at Bertha's? I did and that dude couldhave been me... ("Eat Bertha's Mussel's" bumperstickers are common around Baltimore.)

Posted by: Clancy at May 21, 2004 08:08 AM (EGVPL)

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