
This is seriously what came up when I typed in watch in the toilet. I got nothing. Charlie Sheen is all done up on the coke so he probably sold his watch.
Sigh, next question.
QUESTION: You go to put your watch on after taking a dump and it falls in the hopper. Unfortunately, you didn’t flush yet. How much poo is too much to stop you from reaching in and grabbing your watch?
If a watch doesn’t mean that much to you, we can swap it out for a sandwich.
Also, do you think Annette Benning is pretty?
That was from long time commentator Bill Cosby. Count on Bill to shove a Pudding Pop made of a brown, oogy substance that ain’t pudding into your face.
Honestly, it depends on the watch. If it was like Tag Heuer, I’d use something to fetch it out and wash the damn thing. As you learn throughout life, shit (both literal and metaphorical) washes off. If it was like a Swatch or something gumball machine-ish…well, I’d take it out anyways. You can’t flush a watch.
I hate shit questions. This was an exercise in begrudgingly. I’m glad I don’t wear a watch. I get the time from my phone. I dropped a cell phone in a Port-A-Potty once. I don’t tell that story.
Yes, I think Annette Bening is pretty. Although I didn’t like the part in The Kids Are Alright when she told Mark Ruffalo that she needed whatever like she needed “a dick in my ass.” It seemed very tough guy crude. But I think that was what she was going for as an acting choice. Oh, and she was so dementedly awesome in Running With Scissors as the crazy bitch with the shag. She’d fish a poop watch out of a toilet. She has no fear.
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November 7, 2010 at 10:34 pm |
A hanger, Harvey, a hanger. Whats wrong with you?! You would use a hanger to make sure the watch doesnt go down when you flush (because you cant flush a watch!!!), then you would use that hanger to fish that watch out, and THROW THAT SHIT AWAY. P.S. Wtf are you doing dangling your watch above the toilet? How does a watch, thats supposed to be strapped to your wrist, magically appear in the toilet? Oh and P.S.S. Tomorrow morning, when you go downstairs, dont open the large bag addressed to you. You dont want to know whats in it. I’ll give you a hint…. its poop.
Now… tell us the story of when you dropped a cell phone in a Port-A-Potty.
November 10, 2010 at 3:17 pm |
Thanks, Jasern.
I prefer The Kids Are Alright starring the ‘orrible Who.