Friday afternoon story time with "It's me, It's me, It's MLWEEZY" (8/1/08)

This one time I had been sick for a week with strep and di-di. I felt better after that week. I was in third grade. I went to my sister's teeball game with my mom. My friend's little sister was on the team too, so he was there.

We are playing spread eagle or something and I get a grumble in my tum-tum. I have to poop. Crap. I start sprinting to the porta john. I didn't make it. I di-died in my pantalooms. When I do get to the porta john, I pull down my pants and sit down. I look at all the grossness and start vomming alot all over myself, my pants, and the bathroom.

I emerge from the deathzone. I imagine what the next person who went in there would think. I still laugh to this day picturing their reaction in my imagination.

I go up to my mom and tell her I boom-boomed and blah-blahed in my britches. She takes me home and the car smelled for like a month.

Moral: The streptococcus virus is very serious, especially for young children. They need plenty of rest and plenty of liquids. Once they feel better, keep them in bed for another day or two until they get their strength back. Make sure you try to comfort them because a fever makes a child very uncomfortable. And most importantly, keep them in so if they crap on themselves their friends won't be there to see it and make fun of them at school.

Stupid traumatic childhood.

 

It was very short. I have been really busy at work. I'm kind of running out of stories that aren't too pornographic to post at work. Jk.

Next week will be better.

 

I named my poo after you.