WHAT IS THIS SHIT?
"What is this shit," asked the guy behind the table. Part of a panel of experts, it seems.The dishevelled man in front of them answered, "Well, I was hoping that you could tell me that."
The wizzened expect looked at the item in the box. "I certainly don't see one like this every day. You must have had a few late nights recently, eh?" Without waiting for an answer he plunged straight on. "The colouration is extremely odd. It has something of guinness to it, yet also something of red wine to it. Let me ask you a question young man; did you have any difficulties producing this? Usually, examples of this kind can take extreme ammounts of time and effort."
The dishevelled man sank lower into his brown and white striped shirt. "It couldn't have been easier, sir."
A younger, fatter expert asked, "and this is the whole batch and not just a section, I assume?"
"Yes, sir."
"And can you account for it's oddities? Given the details one might expect a thinner, more watery one."
"Yes sir, i know. All I can say is that I have been working out quite a bit, and maybe that had had some impact on matters." He scrtached his head. "Does that mean you'll take it off my hands?"
The wizzened man laughed and said, "why no, my dear fellow. Why would we want it? No, no. We just like to see these things from time to time. FLush itdown the toilet for all I care."
Excreted by Mrs DC @ 4:23 PM
2 Comments:
The diary of a Stool Pigeon?
No - just an ordinary one.
Post a Comment
<< Home