The Nomad alerts me to the existence of Rory's evil twin. The post moves from a hangover to getting fired to pants-shitting to getting dumped. It also confirms what I originally wrote about how guys approach shitting: men see themselves as builders. One particularly vivid passage offers us this:
After a thorough showering, Sam made it down to the bar and recounted the story several times. I convulsively laughed and beer shot out of my nose. We decided to visit the scene of shame since it was right around the corner from the bar.
Angry Steve grabbed a stick from a wood pile, and when we got to the nasty brown mass, glistening on the dirty concrete, Sam took the stick and used it to build the pile up, making a shit tower. Having a full bladder of beer, I promptly peed on the tower, causing it to disintegrate into particles and flow down the alley in unholy little rivulets.
Hats off to Angry Steve and Evil Twin. I'd say "Keep it comin'," but I suspect that's not a problem.