Obviously, I don’t know Al Roker; I’m an inventory manager in Scranton. But he seems like a good guy. There’s nothing there to dislike, as far as I can tell. So, I feel a little weird making such a big deal of this. But, come on. Admitting, with a solemn look on your face, that you shit your pants at the White House, and ditched your underwear somewhere? Man, that’s right in our wheelhouse!
In lieu of a “normal” update today, I’d like to know your thoughts on this monumental story. Also, if you’d like to weigh in on any of the following semi-related items, that would be cool too:
- Where do you think he hid his shitty drawers? Did he step outside and skyhook them onto a balcony or something?
- Who do you think were the biggest farters inside the White House? Taft comes immediately to mind, because he was a fatass. But sometimes it’s not the size… FDR seems like a big farter, and so does Lyndon Johnson. Eisenhower, maybe. And, of course, Madeleine Albright. What are your thoughts on this important issue?
- Have you ever done an “Al” and shart yourself in public? If so, we’ll need to know about it. My mother used to tell a story about being at the mall in Charleston, with a co-worker who’d just left the doctor’s office and some sort of stomach-related treatment. I can’t remember the details, but she was supposed to only eat mild foods for the rest of the day, but insisted on steak and peppers at Steak Escape. As they were going down the escalator, the woman suddenly groaned, pitched forward at the waist, and power-shit her pantsuit. My mother said it was really loud and stunk to high-heaven. Needless to say, I used to ask her to tell me that story again and again. It’s one of my favorites. So, if you have anything along those lines, please share.
And that’s gonna do it for today, my friends. Heh. I know you guys can take it from here.
Have yourselves a great Tuesday!
I’ll be back tomorrow.