Put your drink down (I don't want to be blamed for coke bubbles
out the nose, or hot coffee on the keyboard), swallow that
chocolate (don't want to be blamed for choking), and grab your
depends (no puddles now.. ). You may want to add wipes for that
not so fresh feeling to your list also.
I'm writing you an account of what happened here on the
condition you don't write me and say..."DUUUUUH" at what I did.
Are you ready? I hope so.
A fellow fml'er, Bmccoy6520(@aol.com) - Beth- was over visiting
my husband and I while we had our "business" of ferrets out
playing. The alpha male, Pong, has a fetish... an absolute
psychotic obsession with coke and red coke cans. He goes
completely hyper/nuts over them. Well I forgot and got a coke
out in front of him and he was all over me going nuts. I felt
bad and said to dear hubby, "why don't we just give him a can
to play with...maybe he'll be satisfied and get over this
obsession". So I got up and got a full can of coke and put it
on the floor despite hubby's objections. Pong went bezerk and
had a good ole time with it. Quite a bit of time elapsed and
once in a while you'd see a flash of shiny red and a ferret
pushing the can across the living room floor at light speed.
More time passed and I was talking to Beth on the couch as
hubby played on the computer. Now before I tell you what
happened...let me preface this by filling you in on something
here. Hubby is a walking gas leak. If it's not coming out of
one end its coming out the other. Sorry but it's the cold hard
facts. Beth is super feminine and to show off and gross her out
he is constantly making sure it comes from the "bad" end. And
he is quite loud and talented folks.
So were sitting talk when we hear this sudden, weird noise. It
sounded like a sudden release of gas, and then it sounded like
Yup sounded like he finally pushed his limit and messed
himself. We all sat there staring at each other in shock. We
both looked at Scott in disgust and he was sitting there with
this shocked look on his face (so we thought... ok...guilty as
charged). Then the sound immediately changed to a horrible
guzzling hiss. Beth burst out laughing as she realized what the
heck it was.
I stiiiiiiiill didn't "get it". Scott jumped up cursing.
Then.... I "got it". Scott's yelling, "where is it where's the
coke *@#^$(#*#)?(*&@(@&^)#@*!!!!" lol. We flew off the couch
and pulled it out. Pong had it in the tube behind the couch and
I'm like all grateful.....'til Scott ran him out of the tube.
Pong was not about to leave his "treasure"...drug it out
spinning and spewing all over the place.
Of course Beth could die laughing it wasn't her home getting
Cokified. It wasn't her hubby cursing. It wasn't her mess!!
AND most of all............ It wasn't her that had to pay the
fiddler. Scott told me he could probably puncture that can, he
told me it was stupid to give it to him...he was right.