Jenna had been up all night consoling her

Jenna had been up all night consoling her friend ShellySue that the red shoes did look good with yellow socks she didnt give a shit about ShellySue but Frank ShellSue brother was h

is best bet at getting laid so, under the cupboard he went to spy on what he knew would be exciting. Look up but don't get caught. He felt a strange feeling feeling in his pants

and realised that he was not alone, dammit he said to himself theres just no privacy when your a conjoined twin, but its worse when your a conjoined triplet he thought bitterly, he

hated being the middle child. As a conjoined triplet, his brothers controlled their limbs, but his trump card was bowel control. So, under his insistence, they took up ballet and

then the conjoined triplet middle child allowed them to finally make a number 2. The cramps had made the three of them do the fast, stop-and-go walk to the toilet and they bumped

into the stall walls as they tried to get all three buttocks over one toilet seat. Then shifted their hips side to side chanting Aim! Poop! Hold! Aim! Poop! Hold! Aim! Poop! Hold!

The poop all splashed into the toilet at once, the water splashing their buttocks. Someone's didn't make it in, but no one would admit whose. The door to the stall flung open and

Black-eyed Nelly, neighed and stamped. But Jeffrey really had dumped his last dukey. "Great. How am I going to participate in the race with my jockey crapped out on the toilet?"

At the last minute, they laid the dead-as-a-doorknob (on account of being crapped-out) jockey on Black-eyed Nelly. The horse finished in last, but at least she didn't get whipped.