Laughing at myself
I don't know what I ate, but it must have been mixed with gravel. I shot the hardest, heaviest
turd rocket out the other day (at work too!)... it hit the water hard and sent a geyser of cold toilet
water at my ass. Call me surprised because I gasped and start to laugh... thankfully no one was in
there to hear me (I poop on a different floor usually, this time I was on a different floor in a
different office tower. Ahh, corporate pooping at it's best). Maybe I need to eat more bananas or
something.
Laughing at others
The other day while I was at the urinal, the gentlemen next to me (a co-worker from accounts
payable) let out an escapee while peeing. For those of you unfamiliar with office bathroom
terminology, an escapee is a fart while at the urinal. But this was no mere fart -- this was a full
blown gas blow. While that was very poor etiquette, I am shamed to admit I did something far worse...
I laughed, not like a giggle or a chuckle you can cover with a cough or a sneeze, but a genuine laugh.
Red-faced, I stopped pissing midstream and busted out of the bathroom, stopping only to wash my
hands. Needless to say I have not gone down to accounting recently, I'm too afraid to turn in my
expense report.
-- SkyBoy