Just desserts...
Ah! It is so nice to see a crap-weasel like Monk get what he deserves!
And what he deserves is: chronic diarrhea!
Oh yes, it is true, and it is totally the most funny thing that has ever happened In. The. World.
Monk can't stop pooping, and his tummy is bloated to a permanent basket-ball size pooch.
He had to cancel a date because he couldn't get out of the bathroom!
(Take that, you jerk, for calling me "a thick girl" and cheating on me!)
He went to the doctor, finally, after 4 or 5 days of non-stop bathroom breaks, and was told that he might have an INTESTINAL PARASITE (horrors! the OCD clean-freak has picked up something much worse than a germ! how did that happen? he can't even touch plants because they grow in dirt!!)
The doctor (now my BEST friend) gave Monk a plastic "top-hat" contraption to poopy in, and four tiny plastic vials that he must fill with the runny hat-poo then take to the hospital for evaluation.
That was four days ago, and the hat still sits untouched on his dresser. Monk can't bear to touch the poo, though it may cost him his life, or his small intestine, if he doesn't.
And the best part: little four-year olds running up to the bathroom door to inform Monk that he's "stinkin' up the hallway. Don't you have some Stinky Spray to use?"
BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA at janeh928@yahoo.com
Ah! It is so nice to see a crap-weasel like Monk get what he deserves!
And what he deserves is: chronic diarrhea!
Oh yes, it is true, and it is totally the most funny thing that has ever happened In. The. World.
Monk can't stop pooping, and his tummy is bloated to a permanent basket-ball size pooch.
He had to cancel a date because he couldn't get out of the bathroom!
(Take that, you jerk, for calling me "a thick girl" and cheating on me!)
He went to the doctor, finally, after 4 or 5 days of non-stop bathroom breaks, and was told that he might have an INTESTINAL PARASITE (horrors! the OCD clean-freak has picked up something much worse than a germ! how did that happen? he can't even touch plants because they grow in dirt!!)
The doctor (now my BEST friend) gave Monk a plastic "top-hat" contraption to poopy in, and four tiny plastic vials that he must fill with the runny hat-poo then take to the hospital for evaluation.
That was four days ago, and the hat still sits untouched on his dresser. Monk can't bear to touch the poo, though it may cost him his life, or his small intestine, if he doesn't.
And the best part: little four-year olds running up to the bathroom door to inform Monk that he's "stinkin' up the hallway. Don't you have some Stinky Spray to use?"
BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA at janeh928@yahoo.com
posted by kittybrunette at 12:37 PM
2 Comments:
Athen is the cutest!!! Was that his idea or did you all put him up to it?
Good thing you do not have to share the Sponge Bob bathroom with Poopy Pants!!
Oh, it was all Athen. Cause Sponge Monk Poopy Pants stinks it up like no other!
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