El Floppo
Footballguy
Took little Zooks to the zoo today, which was Fun. However, it was very hot and the humidity was ridiculous. As we were walking around the zoo, we were probably in the section that was the most isolated and far from the main attractions. I was sweating like a fat guy walking around the zoo on a really hot day.
Little Zooks informs me that he has to go to potty VERY BADLY. I told him it would take a little while to get to a bathroom so he's gonna need to hold it. He grabs my hand and starts pulling me in the other direction saying he can use this bathroom over here, which was a port-a-potty (the devil's bathroom) I open the door and the stench was like the smell of finding poop in the pants of a man who had been dead for a few days, only it was worse. And it was HOT!!! I couldn't leave him alone in there because he's likely to stick his head in the toilet for fun. I'm just praying he goes quickly. But then I notice he's taking his shirt off which is step 1 of his dumping routine. I nearly starting crying. I grabbed him and told him that I would feed him to the Lions at the zoo before I'd let him poop in this stink box. He started crying and saying his belly really hurt and he really had to poop. So I gave in and allowed the pooping process to continue. I held on to all of his clothes (socks and sneakers have to come off as well) There was no way I would let his naked body touch anything in this torture chamber/stink box, so I held his body above the toilet seat (which was basically just a big hole) while I had his clothes hanging around my neck and arms. The stench was unbearable. He was crying. I couldn't breathe, I think I was starting to lose my vision. All I could think of was that I was going to vomit and pass out at the same while dropping him in the hole. I also wondered if this is how Baby Jessica felt when she was stuck in that well. Then, Little Zooks starting bellowing farts out of his bum and they were majestic. The farts actually made an echo in the torture chamber. We both started laughing and I think that distracted us from the cruel torture we were experiencing. Naturally, there was no toilet paper. Luckily I still had some napkins from Arby's in my pocket (yeah we went there for lunch with some coupons I still had, don't judge me) It was such a relief to get out of that thing.
Other than the port-a-potty incident, the zoo was great. I would pay anything to have my own my monkey. I could watch those wacky guys all day long.The bolded part really made me laugh for some reason.
  me too. I don't want to out anybody, but I got kind of a S&D vibe from that  
  ... which is about as high praise as I could offer round here.wait a sec. that's the second time tonight I've used "round" instead of "around".
 
	
  Like he's gonna trust a fish for fishing tips...
 Anyways, I hate all of the "clinking glasses so you kiss" and "sing a love song so you kiss"  
  at weddings.
   One of us is going to the wrong weddings.  I'm tempted to say it's you, stryperkiss.
 Essentially during the dinner, some loser at Table 9 will start clinking his glass.  Everyone joins in until the bride and groom kiss.  Repeat every 5-10 minutes (inversely proportional to the amount of alcohol consumed) until the end of dinner.