More Shitscapades
My Husband Shit on My Dining Room Table
Dinner was served on trays in the living room that night
It was time for my jackass of a husband to make a choice. ❤
He could either:
Get a colonoscopy
OR
Shit in a box and mail it to a lab
I know guys hate going to the doctor and blah blah BUT I’m like — why not just get the colonoscopy and be done with it, right?
I’ve read that the box test may come up with a false positive and you’ll have to do the colonoscopy anyway.
Nah. He was going to do it his way.
As the ass crack of dawn arrived, he started opening this box quietly, thinking he was going to get away with it silently.
Not a fuckin chance. Nope. I made my own coffee and positioned myself in my normal spot on my couch. With a smile on my face.
He went to the guest bathroom, located 5 feet from my couch. That’s on him, he could’ve easily gone to our bathroom for more privacy.
Placing the little poop holder between the toilet lid and the bowl, he realized there wasn’t much room left for his…
