i nearly shit my pants the other day. got the urge i had to go when i got off the train and decided to walk home anyway. it wasn't one of those "oh my god i'm going to shit right now!" urges it was "hey if you happen by a toilet anytime soon you might wanna take a seat for a moment or two." the mile walk home was very nice, quite uneventful until the last twenty steps or so…
see, as soon as my eyes sent a signal to my brain that it saw a big 3 story green and white house, my brain identified it as home and sent a signal to my ass that it could go ahead and release the hounds. wtf?
i've actually run this by a few people and apparently i am not alone in the "brain sees house decides it's ok to shit immediately" feeling. how exactly does this work? why was i fine for a good 10-15 minutes of a walk home only to be in brutal agony for the last 30 seconds of it, struggling to get the door open so i can make a mad dash to the bathroom and arrive barely in time to not be telling a more embarrassing story?
why tell that story in my football recaps? because my picks were shit…
winners: bears, 49ers, falcons
losers: giants, jets, broncos, texans, packers, seahawks, chargers, jaguars, cardinals, lions
week 8 record: 3-10
season record: 62-50-1
going back to bed because i'm not feeling great. week 9 picks later or early tomorrow…
