I always thought that laughter was the best

I always thought that laughter was the best medicine until I heard that Dwayne choked on a gobstopper after hearing the latest Lindsay Lohan joke.
It wasn't that he was a huge Lindsay Lohan fan, it was that the joke was about her ex-girlfriend, who had dated him briefly before Lilo. Any joke about her ended with herpes, so he
refrained from telling the joke around potential new bedmates. Even if it was funny, a punchline of "Herpes!" was not going to set the mood or help him to score. So he changed
STD's, yelling Chlamydia was ok because it was easy to cover up. He pulled his pants down and noticed that her brother Otto was staring at them in the mirror. He had a birthday hat
on his head because it was his birthday party that day.
He soon got cake and decided to celebrate his birthday by himself, ditching anybody else who wanted to party. He was a lonely guy, but he was happier that way due to the curse that
made him poop. poop. poop. poop. pooop.
And he hadn't even done a single shot of Visine yet. She was really into scat so it worked out well. If she wasn't so hideous I would argue for a golden shower, this hid her
but two people having poo sex is just plain wrong - whatever your fetish..
It's best with three. One to drop, one to catch, and one to mop up after. But no matter. The spelling bee was about to begin. The first word was excretion. Apt, somehow, right?

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