When I was planting that new front garden, a bushfly flew up my frikken nose. I immediately ran to the loo and used half a roll to blow, blow, blow, but since there was no tickling, or gross stuff in my paper, I figured it must have flew right out again.
Comforted by this, I went back to work, and later heartedly ate a sandwich for lunch.
After lunch, I blew my nose again and there WAS A FRIKKEN BLACK LUMP ENCASED IN MUCUS in my tissue. I nearly gagged and vomited all my lunch - like, it was in there for like, 2 hours !! VOMIT !!!
H&B - ark, dry heave, how ghastly!!! And E aaaaarrrrgggg poo, how I hate poo. You MUST tell that story one day. Both stories beat mine about the day I accidentally tricked my dad into drinking watersnails!
I have a story ( not mine, but good nonetheless ) about a g/f who went to Vietnam and used a public street phone to call her parents home in Australia.
She smelt poo.
She removed the phone from her ear.
Someone had wiped their post-poo bottom with the PHONE RECEIVER and there was POO on her face, her ear, her hair.
So gross, but such a story - i'll never forget they way she told it :)
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When I was planting that new front garden, a bushfly flew up my frikken nose. I immediately ran to the loo and used half a roll to blow, blow, blow, but since there was no tickling, or gross stuff in my paper, I figured it must have flew right out again.
Comforted by this, I went back to work, and later heartedly ate a sandwich for lunch.
After lunch, I blew my nose again and there WAS A FRIKKEN BLACK LUMP ENCASED IN MUCUS in my tissue. I nearly gagged and vomited all my lunch - like, it was in there for like, 2 hours !! VOMIT !!!
Fricken flies.
h&b - nice! That beats my dried poo caked mysteriously under my foot story.
H&B - ark, dry heave, how ghastly!!! And E aaaaarrrrgggg poo, how I hate poo. You MUST tell that story one day.
Both stories beat mine about the day I accidentally tricked my dad into drinking watersnails!
Oh man, I had no idea.
That is so horrible.
I will definitely not come in the summer.
Summer BAD - really, really bad.
I have a story ( not mine, but good nonetheless ) about a g/f who went to Vietnam and used a public street phone to call her parents home in Australia.
She smelt poo.
She removed the phone from her ear.
Someone had wiped their post-poo bottom with the PHONE RECEIVER and there was POO on her face, her ear, her hair.
So gross, but such a story - i'll never forget they way she told it :)
H&B that story is more gross than I thought possible - if that had happened to me, I think I may have died!
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