The Bowl Sausage
October 17, 2008
A haste-preventing pause, a swift slimy slip and the business is done. Satisfied that I’ve produced something worthy of merit, I gaze into the bowl to inspect when I am suddenly frozen by a chill of recognition – this oversized stool looks familiar. Where have I seen it? Suddenly I realise the answer is staring me in the face. This poo looks exactly like my semi-erect penis. I clean my bottom and slowly withdraw from the toilet area to ponder the significance of this finding.
