Flushed Down the Toilet
There is probably nothing as viscerally disgusting as holding a piece of shit in your hand, whether or not you're double-gloved. It's a testament to how little voluntary control you have over your body, when, with your two layers of latex rubber, you pull something soft and squishy out from your toilet and you have to force yourself not to vomit right then and there. Oh God, just remembering it makes me gag. But, yeah, that was the adventure for the day. I tell you, I don't think I would've been able to do it if I hadn't taken anatomy lab already, where I had to evacuate the rectum of a dead body from the inside. Oh God. Shit from a dead person. On a side note to my story about unclogging my toilet, it hit me today how far Lake County is from civilization. I mean, I went to two supermarkets and neither one of them had 9" long envelopes (or some measurement like that...I wouldn't know, because I don't have any...) Not to mention the fact that it wasn't until I got to the second supermarket that I found a plunger. For some reason, I have started brooding about what a pathetic loser I am when it comes to romance. Maybe I'll post what I wrote about it someday, but not now.
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