This morning, I dropped my shit off at the doctor's office. Walked my HazMat bags through a half-filled waiting room and, in case anyone missed seeing the load in the bright orange bag, I had to spell out giardia for the receptionist. Then I had to trot to work.
As I mentioned, it wasn't easy to aim an orifice you can't see. By the turd one, I finally figured out how to get it into the cup without running over.
What is it about stool samples that brings out the Grey Poo Puns? Are they just intrinsically funny? We're all just one poop joke removed from 5th grade, admit it.
Mike sent me an email asking how things went with the early morning drops of doo. My mom said, "I hope they get to the bottom of this."
I made chili for dinner. Wishing I had one of J's toilet-shaped dog dishes to go with today's theme.
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No one's gonna play poo puns with me, huh?
now wait a stinkin' minute, keep your pants on, I was backed up this morning and just got here. I can't wait to see how this all comes out in the end, and really don't mind you dumping this all on us. If you keep pushing on the poop puns, more will come out to play.
Well, today sounds like it was a crapper. It must be a bummer to be so flush in feces. Here's hoping this whole experience doesn't leave you looking through brown-colored glasses, 'cause then it'd all just be down the toilet from here...
P.S. I know what I'm getting you for Christmas! ;-)
Uh, hope everything comes out all right! (badump-bump)
Ladies, I'm so glad I read all of this AFTER dinner!
Seriously, I hope this means at some point a doctor will hand you some side-effect-less drug that will make the poo blues vanish immediately.
Heh, heh. Just had to prime the pump to get an explosion of poop puns. Hope no one strained too hard to push those out...
Called the Dr and they weren't sure all the sample testing would be done by tomorrow, so I rescheduled for next Tuesday.
In the meantime, I'll use the throne time to get some reading done. It's the scatalogical thing to do.
Just remember to boil Lake Powell before you swim in it next time.
Sorry, no puns. I've been too busy picking up dog poo and looking for part of a chicken bone I hope gets passed.
Sorry, but something about intestinal weirdness(which I almost died from) brings out the profoundly curious literalist in me. I want to know what's going on.... I hope everything is OK. I'm looking forward to updates.
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