I hate doing the poopoo dance. It’s very much like the peepee dance, except instead of holding in an exploding bladder, I’m holding in an exploding anus. An exploding anus of exploding diarrhea. I was at the convenience store taking my time looking at snacks. Then all of a sudden,
farts
Grrraarrarrreerraehhfeaphegehaasewat*
I forgot about my new sensitivity to lactose-laden foods and garnished my spaghetti with ungodly amounts of goat cheese for lunch today. This was right before a two hour meeting I had with a client. During the meeting, my stomach started to form explosive gas bubbles. They proceeded to pop
Oh My.
As I was walking back to my office, I was about to pass someone who was sitting at a computer. He had his leg bent and propped up against himself on his chair. I glanced at him, and he darted his eyes back at me. As soon as I passed
