The following post should never have been written. The names have been changed to protect the innocent, and someone’s thin veil of sexiness.
It was half time at a small town high school football game. A family of four made their way out to the parking lot to retrieve blankets and extra layers.
As Adult One and Adult Two made their way back with Child One & Two in tow, they casually discussed the first half of football drama.
Adult One: oh wait, I need to stop by the bathroom on our way back.
Adult Two: OK
Adult One: I hope I don’t poop.
Adult Two: ummm… what?
Adult One: Well I feel like my butt might explode if I sit down. I don’t want to poop in a crowded half-time restroom.
Adult Two: I cannot believe you just injected that into casual conversation.
Adult One: What? Oh come on honey, you know I make diarrhea sexy.
Adult Two: Honey, you make a lot of things sexy without even trying. Let’s just leave diarrhea alone.
Adult One: I can’t believe you don’t think I’m sexy anymore.
It is truly scary where my twisted sense of humor allows me to take this blog.
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The question, Britt, is do you make diarrhea sexy?
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It is exactly that twisted sense of humor that keeps me coming back.
I have an appreciation for it LOL
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You are bringing diarrhea back. Just like K-Fed.
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Avi: Sadly, I think not.
Mr. Fab: ditto! :twisted:
Mist 1: Just my like. Reach for Justin and end up with a handful of K-Fed instead.
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Hmmmm…
I think our husbands may have been separated at birth, because I have had that conversation too many times to count. :???:
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