Three A.M. and I was in the middle of a dream about ‘Shit River’ in Ologapo City, Philippines. (Freud would’ve loved me)
Then I woke up.
Woke up to a very un-dreamy-like smell of real shit. Real potent shit. Horrible smelling shit. Knock a buzzard off a shit wagon smelling shit.
I was living in an old two-story house in Commerce. Just outside my bedroom was the walk-in closet where I kept all the clothes I owned. I have never owned much in the way of clothes, by the way.
I heard something dripping like rain behind the door, but it wasn’t raining outside. I opened the door and sure as shit, shit was raining down from the ceiling. All over my clothes. Spattering on the floor. My Chow Mix doggie, Tizzy, was obviously responsible.
I went around the corner, and there he was in that dog-taking-a-shit posture at the top of the stairway: Obviously with a really bad case of the doggie drizzling shits.
Took me until seven a.m. to clean up the shit and wash all my clothes.
I called in sick to work telling my boss,
“I feel like shit.”
This is one of those “timeless” posts I do love.
I would snip a favorite quote from this one, but then I’d have to copy and paste the whole thing into your comment box. 😀
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Thank you Teela.
Very kind words.
🙂
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LOLOL!! So descriptive 😀
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Good Mornin’ Tela!
(Try wakin’ up to a shit storm!)
Uh… sincerely hope you never have to…)
Thanks for dipping in.
Cheers,
Lance
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I’m gonna throw up at the thought! Lol
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sly, goofy grin
Hehehehe
Thanks Anna.
🙂
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Somehow I knew you’d think that was funny! 🙂
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Well… you know my sense of humor…
Thanks My Dear
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Deja vu… 🙂
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All over again
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Just fillin’ Gaps in my writing.
Paulie: [talking about Adrian] You like her?
Rocky: Sure, I like her.
Paulie: What’s the attraction?
Rocky: I dunno… she fills gaps.
Paulie: What’s ‘gaps’?
Rocky: I dunno, she’s got gaps, I got gaps, together we fill gaps.
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