My friend SG and I were having a particularly vile discussion the other day, revolving around nasty smells eminating from the nether regions of our bodies. Let me share with you perhaps one of the nastiest situations I’ve ever lived through involving mud butt.
As I walked into the house after work one day, I was welcomed by a revolting odor that could only be identified as “cat shit.” The smell was so pungent that it was as if a cat had actually shit in my nose. I looked everywhere for that pile of turd that, judging by the strength of the smell, had to be four feet tall.
When I just about gave up looking, I thought to search the upstairs bathroom. Our new cat, Harmoni enjoys spending time up there. I looked in the tub, and there it was. I was surprised at how badly that small shit mound smelled.
Kneeling down next to the tub, I scooped up the crap with a paper towel and lifted the toilet seat to drop it in. Then I found the real source of the smell.
I was face-to-face with a gallon of diarrhea. My diarrhea. From the night before.
Dictionary.com defines diarrhea as excessive and frequent evacuation of watery feces, usually indicating gastrointestinal distress or disorder. Let me tell you, my intestines were in some serious distress, and nothing was in order.
Wow, then ended up being more gross than funny. Try not to think too much about that while eating at whatever BBQ you may end up at tomorrow. Enjoy your Fourth!
