The Titanic went under. The British steamship, Lusitania, lies in a watery grave. Even Germany's most feared battleship Bismarck now rests at the bottom of the sea. But the Tampon that my friend deposited into my bowl last night stayed afloat regardless of the funneling suction that eventually hurled it into an irrecoverable tail spin. Though tattered and adrift, this 'pon braved typhonic forces as mythic as white squalls, withstandng the pull into the collective of Upper Westsiders' waste. Only after gingerly placing several plys of Brawny paper towels atop it's shredding corpus, like some burial shroud, did this proud tampon finally succumb. In a performance worthy of "The Unflushables," I hope that all of us may take a moment and remember this irrepressible 'pon.
Leave it to C to deposit an unflushable bloody mass in someone's toliet all the while letting out such a hackle! I guess this time she didn't drop the Cosbys off at the pools, but rather, the Kennedys.
Posted by: Todd Pravda | November 12, 2004 at 05:34 PM
sounds similar to my friend's stories of potato sized dooks.
Posted by: hubs | November 15, 2004 at 01:26 PM