Mar 12, 2006 09:39
It's time to go visit my cousin, Crappy May, who lives out in the country about seven miles outside of Crapland. She lives in an outhouse behind a farmhouse behind a hog farm. You can imagine that fresh, clean country air she gets to breathe 24-7!
Usually, when I'm at Crappy May's we catch up on all the gossip first! Who's been crapping in who's toilet? Did you hear who won the shit eating contest? Any new poo recipes to share? You know, the usual stuff. Then, we always go visit the hogs- actually, we enjoy visiting the hog pens. We skate around on the sloppy, wet, stinking, turd-sludged, teeming with infection and parasitic pen ground. We often will bounce off the hogs scaring them and making them grunt and squeal. More than once we've been crushed by a falling hog, but we scrape ourselves back together for more fun!
I like to relax in the evenings and watch the swamp gas rise up from Crappy May's stinking outhouse hole. Colorful and smelly phosphorous gases have always fascinated me! I can sit and smell it all night.
Well, I guess I'd better be on my way! I'll post my St. Potty's greeting before I leave because I'll be gone a while. I'll think of you all when I fart!