Monday, September 09, 2002

Signs. Went to go see Signs yesterday. A pretty cool flick. Emily, of course, couldn't watch most of it without covering her eyes. After all was said and done she goes: "It wasn't that scary. But I dunno, if I was in that situation (in the movie) I'd shit my pants!" Well, seeing how you almost shit your pants just watching them go through that situation, i'll take your word for it! =P

Since we're on the topic of shitting our pants, I think I shat in my pants way back in the day. It wasn't from being scared, but from a slight discomfort in my stomach regions (which has had rebel resurgances in my later years--mostly quelled these coups with equal dose of Delta Force Pepto and Navy SEAL Kaopectate). I think I was at a Kindergarten field trip to the zoo. When that Elephant turned slightly to rear it's MASSIVE manhood, the gates to my bowels opened up, much akin to Hannibal crossing the alps into Roman Italy to reap havoc and general tom foolery. Are you grossed out yet? I probably made that up. ;)

Man, hopped up on the Drixoral this morning. Those dang allergies be creeping, so I'm not taking any chances. The caffienated coffee is doing wonders for the sedation of the meds. I need to go pee again. Peace!


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