HNT~ Reenacting a horror story
Welcome one, welcome all to Half Nekkid Thursday. This week's episode will be a dramatic reenactment of my shower this weekend.
(Sniff, sniff) Whhhhoooo WEEE I smell worse than a dog that done rolled in a dead possum, I best hop in the shower. (turns on shower, cue cheesey 70's porn movie music) bom chicka bom bom booooooow, bom chicka bom bom boooow
Oh yeah, nice and steamy
(assorted scrubbing, fondling and singing)
Hmm, me thinks my hair might need a scrub a dubbing too
OH SHIT, OH MY GOD, Holy fucking hell fires! What the duce was that???
(insert wussy dancing, hand flapping, & squealing)
Terrified I flee the bathroom, naked as a newborn and hyperventilating. Something SLIMY had touched my hand. Nay, not touched, LUNGED at my hand. I knew it was nothing from the mold family. I had just spent an hour sterilizing and scrubbing every surface in the bathroom. No, not mold, something much more sinister. When I felt brave enough to return, I came ready. Wielding a camera in one hand a bamboo skewer in the I went to take back my bathroom. With much poking and prodding I discovered the "slimy thing"
HOW did this vile thing end up in my shower? My bathroom is windowless and any journey from the doors would be a perilous one fraught with dogs and children. In any event I gathered my courage and a few plastic cups. I corralled the bugger er um frogger,
took a brief moment to prove to my kids that mommy ain't afraid of no stinkin frog, and then flung him out into the back yard. Happy HNT, if I wind up with any warts, I'll post em next week..
(Sniff, sniff) Whhhhoooo WEEE I smell worse than a dog that done rolled in a dead possum, I best hop in the shower. (turns on shower, cue cheesey 70's porn movie music) bom chicka bom bom booooooow, bom chicka bom bom boooow
Oh yeah, nice and steamy
(assorted scrubbing, fondling and singing)
Hmm, me thinks my hair might need a scrub a dubbing too
OH SHIT, OH MY GOD, Holy fucking hell fires! What the duce was that???
(insert wussy dancing, hand flapping, & squealing)
Terrified I flee the bathroom, naked as a newborn and hyperventilating. Something SLIMY had touched my hand. Nay, not touched, LUNGED at my hand. I knew it was nothing from the mold family. I had just spent an hour sterilizing and scrubbing every surface in the bathroom. No, not mold, something much more sinister. When I felt brave enough to return, I came ready. Wielding a camera in one hand a bamboo skewer in the I went to take back my bathroom. With much poking and prodding I discovered the "slimy thing"
HOW did this vile thing end up in my shower? My bathroom is windowless and any journey from the doors would be a perilous one fraught with dogs and children. In any event I gathered my courage and a few plastic cups. I corralled the bugger er um frogger,
took a brief moment to prove to my kids that mommy ain't afraid of no stinkin frog, and then flung him out into the back yard. Happy HNT, if I wind up with any warts, I'll post em next week..
posted by Fidget @ Thursday, December 01, 2005
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