posted on Oct, 29 2008 @ 12:33 AM
So there i was, on the pot. I put my bottle of yellow tail sparkling rose wine on the bathtub while i shat myself anew on the throne.
In the darkness that is required, as one relieves hiself, (as any normal mortal would do, who would dare such a thing in the light?) i wiped myself
clean then stood and reached for my bottle. Of course it clanged its way to the bathub and spilled half of it's immortal contents therein.
My question is this, how was i uncapable of grabbing the bottle after repeated tries but managed to find the lever to the toilet in a matter of
microseconds? (let's be biased to nano - it's really overrated)