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Michael considered fate at 13:24   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment

learned about pin worms this weekend.

learned that they like to hang out around your arsehole but they only come out during the night. i guess they're party animals, them worms. i presume it's a feeding thing, you know.. pick of the Klingons around Uranus, and all that bad jokeness.

but i'm told (with only a slight smirk) that they aren't so bad that they hurt or anything, they just tickle a little bit so it's nothing to fret too much about. in fact, they are (i am told) sorta fun.

I have no reference so i am forced to take this at face value and reserve judgement till i have chance to party with the pin worms myself, which isn't anything i'm planning in the near future.

I took this all for truth, despite the funny little smirk, because why would someone lie about pin worms? It's not really something to joke about afterall. plus, the person who told me has a way of using her big puppy dog eyes to stare at you in a naive, believing look.. to look at you in such a way to say how could i possibly lie i'm so innocent so I bought it and once she realized i was there to put money down she started loading the options on;

the way they, the parents, find out if their kids have 'em (the pin worms) is to wait till they are sleeping..

i could see where this was going already..

and they wait till they're sleeping and creep into their rooms and [giggle] they roll 'em over and pull their pants down [guffaw] and they take a piece of scotch tape and they stick it on their asshole and [heeheehee] and they look for little hair-line sized worms on the tape to see if they have the pin worm

sorta makes sense, i guess. it's what makes it so believable.

if I was from latin america maybe i'd be buying more scotch tape.