When resident film maker Jeebs Iznatch came crashing into the shop clutching his ample midsection screaming "Shit!" over and over, we thought he had been stabbed. After a few jabs about the plaid on plaid fiasco he calls attire we realized that he just needed to evacuate his engorged bowels.
Unfortunatley Jon was taking his mid afternoon constitutional. After a brief but violent tussle Jason was ejected to find another place to relinquish his muggy payload.
Howling like a wounded bear he squatted at the back of the shop and forced the pinguid obstruction through his protesting sphincter.
This was totally not cool. That was a new Analog shirt that I quite liked.
Anyway, after all that this was all he could get out. What a baby.
After a sip of water and a lie down he was OK. He offered to clean up and pay for the shirt, but left before doing either.
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