Ginzburgh wrote:One day in college Kerouac and I were hanging out. He was playing EQ and I was walking around doing nothing.
I pulled a leaping jump onto the couch without realizing there was an uncapped, ball point pen stuck between two of the couch cushions in an upright position.
I slammed down hard on the pen in a sitting position and the pen held its ground and went right up my ass. Naturally I screamed like a woman. I leapt up and pulled the pen out and then I bled profusely from the anus for the next...oh...two weeks or so. There was a huge gash up my ass that initially bled for hours. I begged Kerouac to take me to the hospital (because I didn't have a car) and he just laughed at me, refused to move from his camp in EQ and told me to "sop it up with some toilet paper".
Every time I shit for the next two weeks the gash would re-open and I'd go through it all over again.
That story runs a close first to the time I went to let out a huge fart in bed one morning and ended up spraying about 10 gallons diarrhea all over the place instead. Later on in the day my other roommate was like, "dude why is your comforter hanging from our window on the outside of the house?"
Good times.
gosh ginz, i don't think i've ever wanted you more.
also, praying mantises (mantii?) are endangered? shoot, my mom's got at least three in her shrub in front of her front porch.
Inside each person lives two wolves. One is loyal, kind, respectful, humble and open to the mystery of life. The other is greedy, jealous, hateful, afraid and blind to the wonders of life. They are in battle for your spirit. The one who wins is the one you feed.
10 gallons? Reminds me of the time I drank 46 oz of apple juice, and 2 big doses of milk of magnesia. It resembled that scene in "Dumb and Dumber" when Jeff Daniels gets the laxative. "Ah Ah BOOOOOOSH"
Ginzburgh wrote:One day in college Kerouac and I were hanging out. He was playing EQ and I was walking around doing nothing.
I pulled a leaping jump onto the couch without realizing there was an uncapped, ball point pen stuck between two of the couch cushions in an upright position.
I slammed down hard on the pen in a sitting position and the pen held its ground and went right up my ass. Naturally I screamed like a woman. I leapt up and pulled the pen out and then I bled profusely from the anus for the next...oh...two weeks or so. There was a huge gash up my ass that initially bled for hours. I begged Kerouac to take me to the hospital (because I didn't have a car) and he just laughed at me, refused to move from his camp in EQ and told me to "sop it up with some toilet paper".
Every time I shit for the next two weeks the gash would re-open and I'd go through it all over again.
That story runs a close first to the time I went to let out a huge fart in bed one morning and ended up spraying about 10 gallons diarrhea all over the place instead. Later on in the day my other roommate was like, "dude why is your comforter hanging from our window on the outside of the house?"
