Friday, July 02, 2010

Whereupon Our Heroine Screams Like a Little Girl

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.


At least he didn't land in my underpants.

And that, internet friends, is being caught with your pants down...literally.

1 comment:

Diva said...

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*