Monday, 21 March 2011
Surf-Dolphins of Bomok
I told my 514 homeslice the story of how I shit my snowpants when I was 5, and he laughed so hard, I thought we needed to call 119. The story was that I'd eaten a frog-shaped pastry, which I suspect was filled with liquor, or was rotten. So 20 minutes later, I'm all bundled up, watching my dad and his friends play street hockey in the schoolyard. Suddenly, I shit my pants - super-runs. Ashamed, I kept this terrible fact to myself all day, and suffered in silence. My mom wasn't too impressed when she unzipped my snowpants, hours later. I seem to remember that my legs and ass were pretty burned up.