After what Qwan said in the other thread, I coincidentally had to go to the bathroom. After I quickly finished my response to what was going on, I grabbed my PSP and hit the old porcelain throne. After arriving down the hall from my bedroom, it being late at night here it was quite dark.
After narrowly avoiding falling into the sunken tub, I set my music-player of choice down, set it to shuffle and out played the tunes of the Survivor classic "Eye of the Tiger". After dropping my athletic shorts, I managed a picture perfect squat down, even with a lack of vision. As I fist pumped to the song's chorus, memories of tonight's dinner: hot wings came into mind as a distinct burning sensation tinged through my body. After properly doing the afterwork, then washing my hands, I jogged back in here to my fully lighted room, finishing out the song then typing this story up. Now I will watch my episodes of One Life to Live I have on my DVR.
Moral of the story - Only real men eat hot wings due to what comes afterwards.
After narrowly avoiding falling into the sunken tub, I set my music-player of choice down, set it to shuffle and out played the tunes of the Survivor classic "Eye of the Tiger". After dropping my athletic shorts, I managed a picture perfect squat down, even with a lack of vision. As I fist pumped to the song's chorus, memories of tonight's dinner: hot wings came into mind as a distinct burning sensation tinged through my body. After properly doing the afterwork, then washing my hands, I jogged back in here to my fully lighted room, finishing out the song then typing this story up. Now I will watch my episodes of One Life to Live I have on my DVR.
Moral of the story - Only real men eat hot wings due to what comes afterwards.
