uh-oh redux

Earlier, I mentioned fearing what my shit would look like this morning, and my ass surprised me-- yet again-- by not producing all that much shit. Instead, I was treated to the brass and woodwinds sections of the New York Philharmonic.

Because my studio is situated directly over the concierge's booth in my dorm, I was cringing worse than Gollum as fart after fart exploded out of my ass in the loudest, most obnoxious manner possible. Name an instrument, and my asshole probably mimicked it: tubas, oboes, French horns, bassoons-- the whole fucking gamut of toots, blats, roars, and rumbles.

I need to teach my ass throat singing.







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