There’s a truly terrible brewery here in DC called Bardo. It’s usually packed though, because it’s right next to Nats park and a cool space. But the beer is just awful. Still, we were there Saturday night for a bit. And goddamn if Sunday morning I wasn’t just shitting my everloving guts out. And I had a soccer game to play pretty early that morning. I made it about a block away from my house before I could tell I was about to just sludge my shorts. So there’s a portajohn on the corner where there’s construction going on at a house. To shit where I’m not intended to shit or to run, turtle-headed, back to my house? I decided to risk portajohn, and damn if I didn’t near flood that thing and make it to the match in time for kickoff. As I left the portajohn a woman walking her dog gave me a truly disgusted look and all I could do was shrug.
Point is I’m well versed in shit lore and enjoy a shit joke now and again. Just, you know, mix it up once in a while.