I Just Took A Good Venooking


Zombie Hunter
On Saturdays I like to sleep in until my bowels force me to get up. But then, instead of heading straight to the reading room, I open all the blinds, feed the pets, water the plants, and get the coffee going--all while having increasing contractions until it gets unbearable and I have to shuffle to the reading room with the little brown turtle's head crowning like a vengeful Godzilla. It's magical as I anxiously raise the lid, drop PJs trou and, in a fluid motion, sit down while the jacklike deposit flows like a load of wet cement from a dump truck. :diacanu: