The End of a Long Shit

There are times when you are really looking forward to a good long shit. You know when you wake up and the pressure is there and you have the morning paper and it's quiet. You just have that 20 minutes or so of pure bliss before the bullshit of another day begins.

Then there are the times when you have to go and you don't want to. Like when you're nursing a hangover and you know that your digestive system is going to retaliate for dumping a years worth of alcohol down your craw in the span of 8 hours. It's not going to come out good, there's nothing you can do about it, and you better get in there before you lose anal sphincter control.

Well that's what it's been like working for and with the Sarge. The second shit scenario not the first. You knew it was coming, it was going to suck, and the only good part will be watching the stained TP going down the drain.

He finally got a job. Yep. A job. For more money. With a bigger company. With cooler people to work with. Could it be bullshit? Sure. In fact since most of the story cannot be verified it must be approached with the scepticism of a CSI.

But this much is true; HE'S LEAVING! We're flushing!! More to come ........