Last night I had Hot Pockets for dinner, because apparently I hate myself.
These were Hot Pockets
Limited Edition, I told myself, maybe they're better. The BBQ burger flavor wasn't too bad, but the Chili Dog variety, well...I have no doubt there is dog food more palatable. Nevertheless, I ate them, and went to work this morning with four Hot Pockets performing their evil alchemy deep inside me.
Now understand, it's dry here in winter, and when wearing certain shirts, I turn into a weapons-grade Tesla coil of static electricity. When informed by my colon of the, uhmmm, urgency of the situation, I set sail for the restroom, blithely grabbing the doorknob that stood between my bowels and their relief.
"One more jolt, Warden, he's still twitchin"
I sustained the briefest lapse of structural integrity in the aft bulkhead. Scary, but the underwear was spared. Good thing, too, because I had to go downtown for a meeting after work. The skin of my...cheeks was not so lucky. It was eaten alive by my own bile salts. My pancreas may have given up, but my liver and gallbladder are working just fine, thank you.