Monday, October 13, 2008

A Found Unpublished Post

Today as I was eating my lunch outside of the union house, I saw a boy reach down his pants to scratch his butt. You'd think I'd have somewhere to go with an opening sentence like that, but I don't.


  1. Where it went in my head:

    He was tapping out a status report on morse code, on his ass transmitter back to homebase. He's actually a spy, searching for radioactive material in uni food...

  2. His friend told him that girls don't like boys with sticks up their ass so he improvised?

  3. This might be one of the best blog posts ever. It's funny even at 2 a.m. with terrible heartburn.