Poopface
I had some stuff I wanted to post before. However, I held off ‘cause it wasn’t comical. And dammit, I said the next post would be comical. And the time has come. We have been saved. Saved by an icky icky icky story.So remember that friend’s grandmother in this blog? Well, apparently at some point during course of the night she made a pilgrimage to the bathroom. After dropping the kids off at the pool, she then proceeded to wipe using the local hand towel. Eww. After the wiping was completed, she went ahead and folded the towel up all nice and pretty and put it back on the rack.
Yeah, you know what's coming, don't you?
The next day, after a meal, my friend’s little brother headed on into said bathroom. He went on to wash his hands, you know, the usual stuff that a somewhat sanitary individual would mind to.
He then, with an innocence that will never be recovered, grabbed the towel and without realizing, used the towel to wipe… his mouth…
I’m told it was the smell that first brought the substance to his attention.
If I write anything else, I think it would ruin the moment.
posted by Sunder @ 1:47 PM
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