So there I was, sitting on my throne perusing the ODT, when it dawned on me, that my feet were asleep. My survival instincts kicked in. First thing to do is get the , now drying, feces off my ass. Second thought is to get up, but wait, I've heard what happens next. Ah yes, another of our illustrious members jumped up too quick and broke his foot. This prompted me to start stomping my feet to wake them up. Of course the banging attracts the attention of my wife. Naturally upon hearing why I was making so much noise, she says " REALLY! You're an idiot."
This turn of events, got me to thinking , if we are an elite group. So I pose the question " How many of us have sat on the porcelain throne in the reading room, for too long?"
This turn of events, got me to thinking , if we are an elite group. So I pose the question " How many of us have sat on the porcelain throne in the reading room, for too long?"
GUILTY!!? D**n you ODT.
