A Poop Story

Shortly after walking into the store, I felt the familiar first gurgle in my stomach that would imply that mudbutt was imminent. The gurgle had that low pitched “bloop” feeling like when they first change the five-gallon container on the water cooler. I clenched my butt-cheeks together, foolishly ignoring the churning sensation in my gut and proceeded to the back of the store to begin grocery shopping.

Classic Post: What Does the Company I Keep Say About Me?

I checked the caller ID and it said the name of the same person who’d emailed me earlier that night. I was going to ignore it, as this person has a history of drunk dialing at all hours of the night, but he usually doesn’t leave messages if I don’t answer. So I dialed my voice mail just to make sure he wasn’t in jail or something.