What if?

What if you injured your butthole while skiing? Injured it to the point where you wound up with fecal incontinence so people had to know about it because you were changing your own diaper at 32 years old? Now, don’t get hung up on the details here, I have no idea how this could happen. How it could happen is irrelevant. In fact, that’s the point. I think most people would have a pretty hard time thinking, or believing how this could happen. Sure, you would tell the story about how you were at the top of, “Pirates Lagoon”, “Fritz’ Nightmare”, “Blitzkrieg Bop” or whatever ridiculously named ski-run you were on and “so this rabbit comes out of nowhere and…” just stop right there Louganis. We aren’t buying it. No, regardless of how true it might be, we will truly never believe what happened. In fact, if you have a lisp and live in Texas, you might as well buy the rope and decide if you want a Ford or a Chevy to drag you.
Anyway, just a thought I had. Although if next time you go skiing you can’t avoid hitting a tree, you may want to get it with the knee just in case.