Is it normal to use a pickle jar?
jesus christ.
so i go downstairs to my basement at around midnight, and my dad unknowingly locks me down there. no big deal, i'll just sleep down here. right?
no. sleep eludes me the whole night (mostly because of my fucked up ankle). so i stay up late and watch kill bill.
and suddenly, at around 4 AM, right when The Bride rips out that other bitch's eye, i'm overcome with the most horrible sensation in my stomach that i've ever experienced. it becomes clear that my ass is about to have an extremely messy argument with my pants.
so i run upstairs to the door that leads to my bathroom hallway, and then... fuck! i remember that the door is locked. so i run outside to my backyard and discover that my doofus father has locked every door into the house.
at this point i determine that i can no longer contain my poo. it felt like hundreds of goblins were pillaging my stomach and attempting to claw open my anus.
so i panic and grab an old empty pickle jar from the recyclable bin in my backyard and take a massive, wet, disgusting shit that nearly reached the top of the jar. then i toss the jar down the embankment behind my house and watch as it rolls into the backyard of the dude who lives in the condo down the street.
and i pissed in my shorts, as well.
long story short, tonight seriously sucked.