Okay. I know I'm posting way too much on this forum but I firmly believe that humor can cure all that ails man (and woman). After all, the human intestinal system is a creation of God and so is having a sense of humor.
If you want to, tell us a story about
yourself where CD got the best of you and created an exceptionally embarrassing situation for you that later on you had to laugh at yourself. If you're in the mood, let's hear a little potty talk from you. You know, stories about
how you walked around a large group of people with a long strip of TP hanging out the back of your pants after visiting the restroom and you didn't know it was there -- but everybody else saw it.
I'll tell you one of my experiences:
One very cold and wintry day, I was at a conference reception party one night while on a business trip to Washington, DC. The room we were all in (about
50-75 people) was fairly small but had a balcony that over looked the grounds below (we were on the 3rd floor).
As we were all standing around and talking and sipping our drinks, I got this sudden urge to pass gas. So as not to embarrass myself I would excuse myself from the group I was talking to and would walk over to where the bar was and order another drink or freshen the one I had while in the process I would be relieving myself of major gas and hoping no one could hear it as I was walking around. Well, needless to say I had to do this several times throughout the evening and after awhile I guess people began to notice the smell and you could see them all kind of suspiciously looking at each other wondering if it was the person next to them that had "cut the cheese."
Well, one thing lead to another and I ended up having to spend some time in the men's room as well, practically destroying the room with the horrible stench of what had been in my bowels moments before. That smell must have emanated through the ventilation system from the bathroom because it smelled just as bad in the reception room as it did in the bathroom
After awhile and hearing people making little comments about
whether or not the toilets had backed up or not, someone suggested they
open the doors of the balcony and let some fresh air in. I was amazed by how many people rushed to the balcony (even though it was freezing cold outside) to get some fresh air. Nobody knew I was the culprit but just to be sure I left not to long after that.
Later on, the next day, I overheard some people talking about
it and how the odor had ruined their appetite for the dinner that followed the reception. To this day I'll never know for sure, but out of the 50-75 people who were at the reception, only 25-50 people showed up for the dinner.
Post Edited (I Gotta Go) : 9/6/2007 4:16:21 PM (GMT-6)