You don't even have the energy to sit upright long enough to check your email.
The couch that tends you glue your ass to it on a good day has now become the COUCH OF DEATH.
You watch so much TV that your eyes start to bleed. You prove that there really is something to watch every hour for 12 hours straight.
The huge Lindt Gold Bar you bought is still sitting there on the counter, untouched.
You lay there in fetal position... moaning. The cat stares at you but you keep moaning anyways.
You can feel the bed sores starting to form. Your muscles ache, not from exercise but from lying down too much.
Even though you feel nauseous and can imagine yourself spewing all over the coffee table, you can't seem to muster the energy to get up and get a puke bucket.
You stink, look like hell, just sharted in your PJ's... and couldn't care less.
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ewwwww!
sharted.
Better get that sphincter checked!
Nah, I didn't shart... I just put it in there for effect. Hehehe.
Or did I?
Your piece was well written. It was a pleasure to read it, and I thnk you for the truth that you had the courage to post. I have not been here for while. I met a beautiful woman, a banker from Europe. She was enchanting, but truth eluded her.
The man with the suit
I had a similar fart experience - I farted but it came out wet - toilet paper time!
Shart Happens.
-man with a skidmark
Ok people! Stop being so shart focused, shart absorbed and narcishartic! I knew you'd all focus on the shart.
I guess I accomplished the putting it in there for effect goal!!!
Good one skidmark!
I think one of my cats sharted this morning because she was rubbing her butt on the carpet, and Dr. Husband caught her.
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