Thursday, 2 October 2008

Sometimes

I once wrote a song called "Sometimes" that was largely about farting and blowing pants apart, in my defence I was a child at the time. The chorus went "Sometimes when I fart I blow my pants apart, I split them at the seams and Mum can't get them clean, cause sometimes when I fart I follow through". At the time it was hilarious but tonight my song nearly came true.

I'd been wandering around Newtown with Spencer and Madam Squeeze. We had sorbet sitting on the steps of a church then moved to a cafe for milkshakes (mine with soy milk so I guess it was a soy shake). Just before we left I began to feel terrible so I took the faster back way home along the railway tracks. I was in some dark back street when it hit. My stomach started tying itself in knots, I was hot and cold and white as a ghost. I didn't know what was going to come out of which end and that's when I took a look around and realised there was nowhere to go. If it was going to happen it was going to have to happen in my pants. I thought that if I was discovered in the act I would simply say "I'm terribly sorry but I'm not feeling very well".

I looked for dark enough places, I looked for abandoned buckets, I looked for holes in the walls of old factory units but there was nowhere and nothing but a steady flow of fellow pedestrians to potentially witness my demise so I put one foot in front of the other and pretended I was a marathon runner, they have a tendency to go in their pants or so I've been told.

I made it all the way home with clean pants, a modicum of decorum and plans to invent a portable fold up toilet, complete with privacy screens, small enough to carry in my pocket, just in case.

8 comments:

Ron & Rita said...

Thank the stars you did not become a human fountain...

TimT said...

What an exciting tale! If you look at it in the right way, you went on a daring adventure that had been foretold by an ancient prophecy, in which all your powers were put to the test, and in which you attained your goal at the end through bold acts of courage and self-sacrifice!

If you look at it in the right way, that is...

Dale Slamma said...

Of course, that is precisely how I have been looking at it all along.

Creamycam said...

Brave that you would choose to share this.

Dale Slamma said...

Don't be ridiculous. If I pooed in my pants that might have been a brave thing to share but not pooing in your pants is a daily occurrence for millions of people. I bet you are not pooing in your pants right now.

Gempires said...

i don't understand. you asked for soy.

Dale Slamma said...

It was soy. I think my belly was a little shocked that I had put so many things in it after being so careful immediately following my food poisoning. A case of overconfidence in my ability to digest?

Gempires said...

ah. your gut is like my nose. by that i do not mean that if i eat the wrong things my nose farts and shits. i mean with me, my nose is the first port of call for the manifestation of illness. for you, tis your gut.