Shit
February 16, 2005
Once the firealarms started blaring, I ran through the hallways until I found Nicole, whom I haven’t seen since October when she attacked me with an umbrella. We started chatting about fires. And constipation. She hasn’t been able to go for two weeks now. Not even laxetives do her any good.
“I know how to give an excellent enema,” I offered.
If she had her umbrella with her, I think she would have hit me again. Instead, she just walked towards the firealarms, smiling.
Posted by Tudor at 08:47 PM in Various Positions | TrackBackWho the hell is this Laura chick. I know I’m out of the loop, but there are some things I need to know! She from WLU?
Posted by: Borrelli on February 16, 2005 at 08:20 PMgood thing she didnt have the umbrella or she might have demonstrated what 2 weeks of constipation feels like buy opening it in your rectum! Good god.. if she walked away smiling she was at least amused or finally ready to take that dump.. in either case you helped. Im enjoying your blog (did that sound sick?)
Posted by: Fidget on February 17, 2005 at 12:36 AMI’m glad you’re enjoying the sickness … hehehe.
And Borrelli, I’m not sure if I introduced you to Laura (she was at the Fringe festival Sat. night). She’s funny and short — I’ll take pictures to prove it.
Posted by: Tudor on February 17, 2005 at 11:16 PM