In the years since, a debate has been raging as to the correct way to pronounce "GIF":
It soon became apparent that I couldn't keep my britches at my ankles as I normally did.
No, they had to go entirely, along with my underthings. And if there is anything more ridiculous on this planet than the sight of a human man wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, I have yet to experience it.
So in the interest of saving myself this unfortunate view, I doffed the shirt as well. Now entirely naked, I again attempted to step onto the device. I was unsure, but it seemed to hold.
I settled down to the seat, with only the extremities of my posterior touching. My knees were up at my chest. This, plus my complete nakedness, felt very primal. It felt third-world and adventurous. I concentrated on the task at hand. I had felt a slight urge to go, and had been eager to try out the new purchase.
I had been intrigued by the promise that my business would henceforth require substantially less effort on my part, because of the wild beast—man position it forced upon me. But I was still skeptical. It sounded too good to be true.
Well, let me clarify. Oh, it was being dropped; that much was undeniable. But I couldn't really claim agency on said descent. Gravity was doing the work. I was merely the meaty husk from which it made its hasty escape. Used to more of a segmented approach to waste disposal, I was quite surprised that the creature making its egress from my nethers had more the appearance of a python.
Smooth, and consistent in width, it coiled luxuriously in a pool of toilet water that is or at least was cleaner than the water that most of the people on this planet drink. As it continued to coil, my emotional state flowed from one of surprise, to horror, to amazement, and then again to horror as the snake coiled higher and higher, like soft serve ice cream at an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet.
It was now surfacing above the water line. But still, the snake showed no signs that it was anywhere near finished with its journey.
In a panic, I pawed at the flusher.
The poor toilet strained, but eventually sent things on their way. As the toilet flushed the waste away, more came to replace it. As the flush subsided, the coil started anew. And then I was done. I tried to catch my breath as the toilet flushed a second time.
I felt my liver shift and expand, unsure what to do with all the extra space now afforded to it. I cleaned up and stood, almost dizzy after the affair. I genuinely began to worry that what would come out next might be some vital organ, brought to a freedom-seeking frenzy by all the commotion.Register for exclusive access to Field Day tickets plus news, offers and updates.
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Here's the silhouette, the face always turned away The bleeding color gone to black, dying like a day Couldn't figure out what made you so unhappy.