It was yesterday. I was enjoying a hearty cup of tapioca pudding and clipping my toenails that were teeming with fungi. I was watching Dr. Phil’s inspirational advice, when all of a sudden I heard an intrusion in my space of sound. It was a deafening vibration from the upstairs bathroom. I harkened to the earsplitting pitch of sound. I began to fiddle with my descending rolls of bubbling cellulite. In great exhaustion I attempted to ascend up the stairs. My hangnail was blocking my range of vision. I finally got up those 5 utterly immense steps and was heavily out of breath. I opened the door and right in the vicinity of my eyes was gramps on the cold hard tile floor. There was Lysol frothing from his mouth and aside him a punctured Lysol can with some of his digits installed along the outside of the receptacle of cleaning fluid. I began to stare in disbelief and agony at the eyesore of a carcass. All of a sudden his top half shot up and his organ of sight propelled into the corner of the counter. I then navigated myself over to the toilet. In my great gratification there were dodos and feces all over bowl. I flushed it to mae the stench go away. But, before my eyes, a geyser of liquid feces was propelled into the air. I stared in awe for a few seconds, until I quickly unstuck gramps’ instrument of vision from the corner of the counter and shoved gramps’ bulbous face into the steaming fountain. I haven’t gotten around to cleaning the bathroom yet, but I hope he is okay. I have been waiting for him to get up from the bathroom floor for over 24 hours. I brought him some beef stroganoff but he refused to allow me to shove it down his esophagus. I have stopped going up to the bathroom because of the horrendous stench. What should I do?
2006-11-24
12:30:21
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