I’ll spare you the details, but just know that in the last 24 hrs. I’ve eaten:
- A Hungry Howies pizza – size small – with pepperoni, cheese, and heavy Cajun crust
- A Smokehouse Bacon Triple-the-Cheese Big Mouth Burger, with fries, chips, and queso dip
- A Bob Evans homestyle breakfast containing flapjacks, sausage, eggs, and mashed potatoes with gravy
And after a recent incident occurred, all I’m dreaming about is a better toilet. The industrial ones at my office building are forces of nature (so to speak). It’s my home John J. Crapper that’s a “wholey tearer.”
Not to be much cruder, but I’ve taken dumps in many places around the world, and I wonder if the alternatives might be worth it. In Japan, this is how they go Niban (a.k.a. #2):
New visual for Pop-a-Squat.
In Amsterdam, I discovered “the shelf,” courtesy of German toilet engineering:
Goodbye floaters! Hello shelfers!
I thought I might try to find out something about Australian toilets, like, maybe the “reverse flush” might have a stronger pull, but all I ended up doing was watching a crap load of videos like this:
All-in-all, I guess anything is better than this:
I... think I can wait until I get home.
Poor Tom Cruise… I think I’m growing a soft spot for the little guy. Of late, he’s making the talk show circuit to promote his new movie, “Valkyrie,” and every time I’ve caught his interview, something inside me dies.
It’s pitiful, really, how much pandering he seems to have to go through to get back into the public’s good graces. Back in the day, when he kept his life private – Mega Movie Star. Since “meeting” Katie Holmes and doing that crazy interview on Oprah – not so much.
(Although I must say this: when I’m 44, if I hook up with a woman 16 years younger than me, I can’t promise I’m not jumping on some couches, too. Hopefully, she’s hotter than Holmes.)
Watch his appearance on Letterman last night and tell me if it doesn’t feel like the sap just wants to be liked?
He’s trying too hard, and it reeks of bad parental advice. Imagine:
Mommy, they’re being mean to me at school. I don’t think nobody likes me.
To which Mommy (a.k.a. Daddy Hubbard or Uncle Miscavige) replies:
They’re jealous, my boy. You can’t let them get to you. Just get back out there and be the best you you can be. If they pick on you – ignore them. Better yet… laugh with them.
A lot of good it did me, Mom. All I have to show for being the best me I can be is an ass-kicking that left me with a head scar and a detached testicle. Thanks for a lifetime of explaning why my nutsack hangs to my knees, and that no, I did not steal your _____!