Nov 15 2007
My f-ing stomach hurts
I’ve been nursing a robo-stomach-virus for almost a week now. I will spare you the gory details, yeah right, I was pissing out of my ass for 4 straight days people! I finally mustered the strength to stop feeling sorry for myself and get my (bruised) ass back to work. About that time, the ass-pissing turned into an unbelievable string of ass-gas (there must be some research describing how the absence of stuff in the digestive track will be replaced with a shit-load of gas).Â
Now I’m back at work. Don’t you just hate it when somebody walks into your office 30 seconds after you rip a disgusting fart that steams up the windows? You pretend there is no smell, your visitor pretends there is no smell, but it’s still fucking there, burning your nostrils.
Move along people, nothing to see here.
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You learn who your real friends are very fast by how long people will wallow in the stench to enjoy your company. I thought your farts smelled like flower petals; was that someone else?
Yup, your friends are the ones that when you fart, offer their own reBUTTal.
That stinks. No pun intended, but heh, I made a joke. It’s a rare occasion for me.
I have no idea what you mean… I don’t fart. But I LOVED the graphic! Where did you get that cute little green man?
Uh, P.S. - Your blogroll looks incomplete…
I spent days and weeks trying to find that graphic… wait, that was a total lie, Google image search for “puke”, 3 seconds!
BTW, if you go and do that search, be ready for some nasty bidness from your college days.
Hopefully there haven’t haven’t been any open flames nearby…