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.
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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