It’s late at night…
I took some time to think about Roman Showers this weekend and I think I’ve figured out what they’re all about: when paying homage to the Good Porcilaine Doctor, it’s possible to pass out from oxygen deprivation and most people fall victim to the gasp for breath between office visits. Then I thought about the “sensual heightening” that auto-erotic asphixiotics describe during sex. So, if it’s not bad enough that your partner is throwing up on you, he’s getting pleasure from throwing up on you while suffacating at the moment of climax.
Since I’ve already established that this is an unusual post, let me ask this:
What’s more fun than having 96 Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups in your freezer? Of course it’s opening the door, having them all fall out, and then using them as artillery in a kitchen battle to the death. But not just any death: a chocolate, peanut butter filled one.
What’s more fun than drinking a bottle of white wine with your roommates? Later drawing a picture of an old naked man shitting on the porch of a house for disabled children. You can’t tell, but Homestar is in the lower corner, quite upset at the sight of things.
This is my life, enjoy it.
Tags: drunk, getting eaten, Reeses, The Apartment, vomit worthy