I was sitting in my big tv chair at home and had made a huge mug full of iced coffee with extra cream and sugar.
I was tired from yelling at my dogs and lecturing them about not throwing up in the house.
I had also spent half the morning cleaning dog poop up from the side yard.
I throw it over the fence (when the neighbors are not home), but they keep throwing it back. Bastards.
What ever happened to finders keepers?
I was sitting there resting and watching the golf channel.
I must have dozed off and I dropped the huge mug of coffee on the floor. It splashed all over everything, including my shoes, the dog, a copy of the sports illustrated swimsuit edition and a couch pillow.
Then when I bent over to clean it up, my pants ripped and I farted.
Then I felt something wet running down my leg and I had to run to the bathroom.
This was a good day for me.
Reprinted from Oddwally.com
