Thankfully this one isn’t based off of real life. Basically the phrase “diarrhea of the ass” flashed through my mind one day and this comic was the result.
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As per usual for comics of this nature I will make no explicit comment. Though why do I fear that I’m going to be getting a call from my mom later today saying I should eat more green vegetables and bananas? Was that too much information? That probably was wasn’t it? Oh well.
I went to see Superman Returns with friends after Japanese class yesterday, and since there wasn’t much time to get food we picked up stuff at Whole Foods. I got this tandoori chicken wrap thing that ended up giving me a really bad stomach ache that plagued me during the entire two and a half hour film. Even as I write this now my stomach still isn’t feeling that good, but I’m sure it’ll be better by tomorrow morning. When will I ever learn to follow my instincts? This time they were saying “There’s no way this wrap can be anything but something to fill your stomach, it’s really not going to be good.”
After I got out of the movie I went to the bathroom, of course all the stalls were full. When it came my turn this very unkempt man walked out but I didn’t pay any attention, that is, until I actually was in the stall. It’s almost as if the B.O. was lying in wait for me there refusing to leave the stall. Needless to say I didn’t stay long and got out as soon as possible.
If you want to read what I thought of the movie, go to my LJ.
You think I’m just paranoid about using a stall in a bathroom with only two stalls? Is that what you think? Well yesterday I was vindicated! I’ll try not to be too graphic because, some people just can’t take it. Basically I went to the bathroom and made a sound that misrepresented the end result of my bathroom visit, but the person in the next stall wasn’t in any position to judge objectively (nor did I wish him to be in such a position, that would’ve been ten times worse). They did actually whistle as if to say “Holy crap dude!” and ask who it was in there. They guessed wrong, and found out it was me instead.
So yes, my paranoia has been totally justified by this experience. Part of me always thought/hoped the other person would be too embarrassed to say something, but I was proven entirely wrong.
No real reference for the name Ted, though Alec is the name of one of my freshman year roommates who was rather unhygienic. Plus his radio was set to the Spanish radio station and would always go off when he was in the shower, forcing me to turn it off. Keep in mind, he was a SUITEmate, not roommate, which means that an alarm clock two rooms over would wake me up in the morning.
You know you’re a bachelor when you’ve stopped closing the bathroom door when you’re the only one there.
Aside from the conversation, this happened to me a week or so ago. I was on the can when I looked over to my kitchen when I saw a giant roach on its back flailing for its life. I just looked at it for a few moments, but decided not to leave anything to chance and got up and smashed it to pieces (you can never be too cautious). Of course, I thought of this comic idea before then and didn’t get around to it until today.
This might be a guy thing, though I don’t expect girls to speak up if it isn’t.
Don’t ask me where this one came from. All I know is that it was very late and I had been trying to think of a comic for almost an hour and this is what my brain thought up. Sometimes doing comics is like pulling teeth because nothing very interesting happened recently or I’m just drawing a blank. The process when this situatino arises is usually staring at my computer monitor with no music playing, resting my feet on my keyboard rest. Then I go flop on my bed, and then realize that it was a bad idea to flop on my bed because I’m falling asleep as soon as my head touches something soft.
I guess the moral of the story is that when my brain is fried, only poop jokes come out.
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