Summers at Chemeketa are fairly quiet and not very busy. During the lull between summer and fall terms, its nearly a ghost town. Most buildings have been abandoned, all but building 4. Theres construction going on in there. There isnt a lot of people on the team, much less people compared to a regular term. So one would think the job would be easier, a cakewalk. Everything about that is true except for one big problem: a turd. There is someone on that team, some mammoth of a man, who clogs the toilet every day. This isnt some run-of-the-mill shit either, its gargantuan. Hes not overstuffing the toilet with paper, the toilet is afraid of this man and the dukes he produces and refuses to flush. Some of his best work has been just over a foot long. Tonight, I nicknamed that poor toilet Sarah Connor. I nicknamed it that because of the daily poops this dude has been doing. Every day he seeks out this toilet like some rectal android sent from the future and destroys the poor thing. Every. Single. Day. Im not kidding. Im tempted to sit out in the parking lot when the constuction workers roll in and try to guess which one is The Turdinator.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 05:15:43 +0000
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