So I was finishing up my morning constitutional and had the toilet paper in hand ready to close the deal as it were, when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.
It was a big, juicy centipede and he was hanging out on the roll like it was 10th and Broadway after the bars closed...
You know, drunk and ready for a breakfast of, say, me?
And I am unashamed to admit that I dropped the roll and screamed.
Loud.
At least he didn't land in my underpants.
And that, internet friends, is being caught with your pants down...literally.
1 comment:
Oh. My. GAWD. But at least you were in the right place for what could have been a real "crap-in-the-pants" moment. *laugh*
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