Need
to go out. Go to door. Wag tail. Wag more damn it! Somebody must let me out! Molten spleen of the right fielder emanates a Dickinsonian nectar.
Someone
coming. Grabbing a leash! All is well. The beating pulse of arterial splendor casts lightly
upon one’s shelter.
Outside.
Must walk. Can’t shit too close to house or walk ends. Volcanic frequencies flash
aft, as if emanating from the sun.
Have
traveled around 2 corners. Must pull leash. Stop walking! Time to squat. The
brightness of odorous limbs claims royalty per heaven’s lost pastries.
Ah!
Oh…yessss! Finally dislodged the bastard! And in 4 separate places so the human
has to move his bag all about the knoll as he searches for my waste. Plaid
dexterity is gaseous upon contextual power.
Back
inside. Feel something under my tail. One last job: Must wipe ass on carpet.
Lucidity is never superficial in the wake of secession.
Fini.
Fini.
6 comments:
For women, "powder my nose" = take a shit. AM I RIGHT?!!
Lizard, rat? In a vacuum, who's got the moral authority to rank order?
Should I move to the sunny spot or just hang out here in the pile of laundry? Yawn. Purr. Stupid Dog.
Love where you have been eating, yo! OBVS been hanging with the purebreeds! So totally jelly! Did I catch a hint of Fifi's taint? Thought so you nasty vbf eating beast!
Just took a shit myself. Now I'm hungry...hey what's this brown stuff? Mmmm, delectable!
In the opinion of this writer, the most impressive aspect of Jack Bauer's CTU training was that he could go 24 hours without taking a shit.
Post a Comment