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Bad StewThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Jason Haugh | |
| Friday, 25 April 2008 | |
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Warning: Conversation piece with no redeeming social merit. Read with caution if sophmoric humor resides on a fine line for you. This story is about the struggle of a man with a dark past who attempts to overcome his feelings of guilt over the loss of his/oh bullocks. It's about going to the bathroom.
Hey Kyle what’s wrong with you? I’ve got a problem man. What’s your problem? Well……when I go to the bathroom my piss is all chunky? Chunky? Like what? Like the soup ************ what the **** do you think when I say chunky!? Whoa, settle down Kyle. What does it look like? It’s all pink and red and it smells like an *******. Hmmmm….. What? Oh I was just thinking. Thinking about what? What if you acquired a parasite that eats away at your insides and sends the less solid matter into your bladder to be dumped? What the **** are you talking about!? Well I’m not sure. I think I saw something like this on the X-Files once….maybe. Well what the **** should I do about this man!? I’ve got some organ eating ************ in my body making me piss out my mangled insides and all I can do is scream when it happens. (mutters)……..I wonder if it’s contagious…. What man? I said why don’t you go to the hospital dude? They deal with this kind of ****….probably. No hospitals man. I ******* hate hospitals. Alright alright I think I have a solution. Tell me! I’ll try anything. Go home and wait to die. Maybe I should go to the hospital. No. Try my idea first. It’s better. Copyright 2008 Jason Haugh |
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