For a short while now I've been seeing commercials for
Cottonelle Fresh moist wipes. For those of you not familiar with this product, Cottonelle Fresh moist wipes are supposed to be follow-ups for when you're through wiping with dry toilet paper. Call me old fashioned, but I always thought them to be a touch pointless. I'd watch these commercials with an air of malcontent, thinking to myself, "Gee, that's stupid. Toilet paper does the job just fine. Besides, they'll only re-wet your ass and make you have to wipe again." I
 The puppy on the label implies they're soft as wiping your ass with a puppy.
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mean, if you really think about it, your ass is essentially the antithesis of soap: soap is self-cleaning, your asshole is self-dirtying.
I was sitting on my drum throne (of my now defunct drum set) stripping some new wires for the rear speakers of my stereo system when I felt a fart brewing. Not being afflicted with any stomach discomfort, I didn't think much of it, and I let 'er rip. Suddenly a cloud of syrupy warmth enveloped the better part of my ass crack. I sat in agitated disbelief for a few moments. My life flashed before my eyes. A tear graced my cheek. And I was pissed -- not only did this interrupt my current endeavor, but now I had a shitty mess to deal with.
I got up slowly and removed my pants and underwear to discover a long, colorless stripe across the left buttock area of the boxers. In its journey it had formed a clever little river etched down to the taint area. It sort of looked like a map of Middle Earth. So, in light of my defeat, I tiptoed sullenly to the bathroom to expel this beer-and-Easy-Cheese afterbirth. I glanced at the toilet, which said to me, "Well, Ratz, it's now or never." I sat down and let loose.
It was incredible. Seriously. It was like one of those "it could never happen to me" mudslides you see on RealTV or something. It was like letting go of a significant chapter of my life. I actually felt morbidly depressed. I sat, downtrodden, on the toilet, thinking of all the wasted years and all the mistakes that must have lead to this profound poop. Truly I was being punished by a higher power -- these things, you see, don't just happen.
Finally, after the storm had passed, I arose to salvage the remains of my now brutally-disfigured ass. No joke: it took a fourth of a roll of toilet paper to stabilize my nether region, which was now in a state of shock. Not only because of the exorbitant amount of fecal matter, but there was also a mass of mucus accompanying the already bog-like conditions. Yes, mucus, the very same you blow out of your nose.
At any rate, when the damage was finally done, I donned a new pair of boxers, confident that I had overcome my anal adversity. No dice. I felt "sticky" and smelled of intense poop and Alpo dog food. (Your guess is as good as mine.) I feared the worst and prayed that perhaps, by some fluke of nature, that maybe it was a reversed nocturnal emission. What would you dub that? Uncontrollably emitting feces during day-dreaming... hmmm... premise.
Being too early in the day for a shower (I hate showering during the day, it makes me drowsy), I had to think quick. I suddenly recalled that a family member of mine had been having some troubles with dairy lately and had been paying frequent homage to the porcelain deities. Being of the easily sold persuasion, I figured she'd have some of the aforementioned moist wipes somewhere in her bathroom.
Success!
These Cottenelle Fresh moist wipes are what can be described as an amalgamation of exfoliating face wash wipe and baby wipe. At this point, I would've siphoned lotion up my ass to relieve the burden; but, as they say, beggars can't be choosers. It took about three of 'em to do the trick -- but after those three blankets of aloe-filled heaven released my ass (and taint) from sin, I was sold. I didn't grab a mirror to check for sure, but I think it's pretty safe to say that each towelette took a year off of my sphincter. Everything began falling into place for me. I marched triumphantly back to my room to reap the spoils of victory.
Moral of the story? Don't knock it until you try it! And don't work with electronics and shit your pants.