Disclaimer: it is with great hesitation that I post this one but Josh insists so here it is.
Tonight, after a delightful dessert of creme brûlée, Josh suffered the inevitable digestive consequences. We were laying in bed when he says, "I just had diarrhea 3 times!! How can I need to pee!"
I replied, "Why would you expect to not have to pee?"
"I just assumed it would all come out my ass."
I made the mistake of further questioning his logic by asking, "Do you think you have little elves that build pipelines from your bladders to your rear?"
"I just assumed that its like Fraggle Rock in there. My intestinal distress is the Fraggles doing their dance in there. Then when they arer done with their little song, the Dozers came out and rebuilt it all - scaffolding and pipes and shit."
The conversation ended here. What more could I say?
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