“You think your shit don’t stink.”
“Doesn’t.”
“Okay, excuse me….you think your shit doesn’t stink.”
“No, I mean it really doesn’t.”
“Oh ho, ho-ho. How far are we supposed to carry this little conceit?”
“Right here, Baby.”
With that Sheila squatted over her own polished, wide-board oak floor and, yes, made a BM. It was high and frothy—whipped up and up, one might say—and smelled surprisingly like…
“Lavendar and vanilla.”
“Yeah, I guess. Some say cheesecake. I guess it depends on the beholder.”
“But…how?”
“Aromatherapy. You should really try it.”
Date Written: June 29, 2004 Author:Jimson S. Sorghum Average Vote: 3
Comments:
07/2/2004scoop (2): Smells like two-stars!
07/2/2004Ewan Snow (4): I laughed at the whipped up and up reference.
07/2/2004qualcomm (2):
07/2/2004qualcomm: whipped up and up is my bit
07/2/2004Benny Maniacs (3): Tepid one-liner. Could have been grosser. Peanut vanilla? I don't know.
07/2/2004Will Disney (3):
07/2/2004TheBuyer (3): Maybe we could all just start using the toilet again like Ferucio showed us yesterday. You can still smell shit in a toilet. I'll show you, but you might need a Java Plugin.