Sunday, October 7, 2012

"it" happens: a story told with images

Sometimes potty stories are really funny.  So, if they offend you, please stop reading and come back another day.  You were warned.

The girls and I decide it was such a nice, bright day that we would go to the library and gather up an armload full of wonderful books for no 5's whim, no 3's pleasure reading, and no 1's senior research project.  We decide to go to the one nearest our house, one that was once a grand, Greek Revival style family home, and was generously given to the local public library system in the 1950's. 

discheveled lady walks out of the library bathroom


what was it that crawled out behind her?!?

pure. evil.

surely that is what the poor souls smell when they knock on Hell's front door and the Evil One opens it to see "who's there?"

quite frankly the odor of Fire and Brimstone

Eau de Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth.


The answer to the question, "How fast can the mother of a 5 year old, whose mouth filter has not fully developed, whisk said child out of a public place to avoid anyone in a 3000 square foot radius suffering any further mortification?", is completely and totally dependent upon the age of, speed of, and sense of smell belonging to the librarian. 

Come on, you know disshit be funny.


lizzerd said...

OH MY GWAD!! (a la Big Eddie)

Anita said...

Where is the Febreze when you REALLY need it?!

MaryPat said...

poopapalooza! loves me some poop stories!