Bucky, please, please, PLEASE don't implicate me in this.
"Lutheran Minister Shits in Local Music Store" would be all over the local paper and my life would be ruined. I know it would be funny, but I am really, really not into losing my job and having the bishop ream me out for my little, um, "accident".
Together we will win this game against the evil Space Yankees! Eat Fresh!
One time we found a turd on the floor at the restaurant I worked. We walked around looking to see which nasty customer might have left it there, though we all pretended we didn't see it because we were afraid the manager would make us clean it up. We found out about 15 minutes later that some lady had snuck in a little lap dog, so we figured it was the dog.
This pales in comparison to the Rev's story, of course.
Agnostic dyslexic insomniacs lay awake all night wondering if there is a Dog.
I did too sort of. It was like 3rd grade I think. Now we're not talking a whole freaking candy bar sized thing, but enough of a wet fart that the subsequent trip to the bathroom and furious scrubbing did not stop a faint odor of poo from following me the rest of the school day. It happened before lunch too. That was a rough, extremely self conscious day.
POOP or Pooping One Occasion Publicly stands united in its support of the Reverend in his trying time. Stories of support from fellow members of their ordeal, how they managed that day, and how they have coped since will help you learn how to best live down the embarrassment.
For starters you might want to delete your story, and ask Woody really nicely to delete him quoting it.
That reminds me of one time after school in my senior year of high school, I played basketball with some friends. I dropped my one friend off at his house afterward and thought to myself "wow, I sort of have to go to the bathroom" but then I thought "Nah, it can wait. It's only a few minutes to my house." BIG MISTAKE. I tried to make a clenched ass run for it after I parked my car back at my house, but it was too late.
I don't even remember what I did after that.
"My hip is fucked up. I'm going to Africa for two weeks."
Houshphandzadeh wrote:You're probably the only guy any of us know who would come clean to the wife
good choice of words there
Rev, I have 2 words for you:
tightie whities
and I don't mean to arouse the specter of public revelation, but .... well, did you happen to notice whether FYE has those ... y'know ... surveillance cameras a lot of retail shops have?
Yes, but in a double utley you can put your utley on top they other guy's utley, and you're the winner. (Swish)
I've wondered about that. I didn't look at the time, like I said, my immediate reaction was "holy crap, I can't believe I did that, I gotta get the hell out of here."
So yep, somewhere there may be surveillance footage of me....... ugh.
Together we will win this game against the evil Space Yankees! Eat Fresh!