Mongo
1/13/2007, 12:38 AM
Before I begin, todays events were started off yesterday by an innocent lunch break at a hamburger/BBQ joint in Shawnee, OK. I indulged in a hamburger with fries and a DP to drink. It was a tastey burger, yet on the ultra greasy side. I consumed the burger and part of the fries before I had to be out at my rig.
Now lets fast forward to 11 PM on the 11th. My lower GI tract is rumbling. Nothing to it I thought, I was anticipating a hilarious and nasty session of gas. It was true; hot, sulfuric gas poured out my *** every five minutes. I was making myself laugh, and wishing I had a poor SOB to share this experience with me. I hit the hay in my trailor around 1 AM the 12th.
I continue to ruffle the sheets with my gas. It was still funny, but the novelty had kinda wore off and I needed to quit waking myself up with these
farts.
At around 4 AM this morning, I woke myself up with a fart again. Then I had to ask myself, "Do farts have lumps?" I pat my *** and to my amazement, I ****ted the bed. I proceed to shower up and mop out my crack of any remaining poo matter.
I had to yank the sheets off the bed and flip the mattress and to continue my rest, and remember, I am now going commando. The rest of the day went fine until tonight.
Fast forwardto 9:30 PM tonight. I had to run to a different location to steal a part from another one of our trailors. It was only three miles away and it was a simple task. I show up at the vacant location and the trailor was not there. I quickly threw the wheel to make a 180 turn. The front end of my truck bottoms out into a muddy part.
I am stuck. No way I am budging my truck out of this jam. I reach for my cell phone to call my buddy the tool pusher to bail me out.
I had left my ****ing phone in my trailor that was three miles away.
My fat *** had to walk all the way back in twenty degree weather, while it was raining that freezing ****, ALL WITH NO ****ING UNDERWEAR ON.
I now have a nice fabric burn on my scrote from the rough inseam of my overalls. My testicles should be fine though, They went into hibernating after an quarter mile into my journey. I dont anticipate their redrop until mid March.
Now lets fast forward to 11 PM on the 11th. My lower GI tract is rumbling. Nothing to it I thought, I was anticipating a hilarious and nasty session of gas. It was true; hot, sulfuric gas poured out my *** every five minutes. I was making myself laugh, and wishing I had a poor SOB to share this experience with me. I hit the hay in my trailor around 1 AM the 12th.
I continue to ruffle the sheets with my gas. It was still funny, but the novelty had kinda wore off and I needed to quit waking myself up with these
farts.
At around 4 AM this morning, I woke myself up with a fart again. Then I had to ask myself, "Do farts have lumps?" I pat my *** and to my amazement, I ****ted the bed. I proceed to shower up and mop out my crack of any remaining poo matter.
I had to yank the sheets off the bed and flip the mattress and to continue my rest, and remember, I am now going commando. The rest of the day went fine until tonight.
Fast forwardto 9:30 PM tonight. I had to run to a different location to steal a part from another one of our trailors. It was only three miles away and it was a simple task. I show up at the vacant location and the trailor was not there. I quickly threw the wheel to make a 180 turn. The front end of my truck bottoms out into a muddy part.
I am stuck. No way I am budging my truck out of this jam. I reach for my cell phone to call my buddy the tool pusher to bail me out.
I had left my ****ing phone in my trailor that was three miles away.
My fat *** had to walk all the way back in twenty degree weather, while it was raining that freezing ****, ALL WITH NO ****ING UNDERWEAR ON.
I now have a nice fabric burn on my scrote from the rough inseam of my overalls. My testicles should be fine though, They went into hibernating after an quarter mile into my journey. I dont anticipate their redrop until mid March.