partypan

i had a strange dream about a new gadget called the PartyPan. PartyPans were the new gadget used at Shitting Parties, where groups of people would reserve a room full of toilets and sit around, shitting and talking and having a great time. Shitting Parties were all the rage in this dream, but someone took them to the next level by introducing the PartyPan. this was basically a bedpan, but it had some kind of Mentholyptus component that caused your ass to shit and shit and shit like you never knew you could shit. so when you sat on the PartyPan you became the star of the Shitting Party, shitting like a goddam banshee.

i woke up from that dream baffled and alarmed, not necessarily in a good way.

it was not as funny as the sausage dream of yore, but it was kind of amusing.

the Shitting party reminds me of a story someone told me, and he swore it was true. he was in Center City Philadephia, at a bar, when he asked someone where the bathroom was. the dude responded “there’s no bathroom. look down.” he looked donw and there was a trough into which the barflies urinated. that’s the bar of the future, right there. it may have some sanitary violations but hey, you gotta go you gotta go, might as well save the drunks some potentially hazardous walking time.

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ok, then. anything else to talk about?

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hot babe just asked me about this phat keyboard i am using. i tell you, the babes are like moths to the flame when i wield this magnificent foldable keyboard.

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