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It was cold, and, as the construction worker stomped through the snow toward the porta-potty, we made eye contact. I felt sorry for him -- he had to shit in the cold, in the snow, in a porta- potty. It doesn't get much worse than that does it? Oh, wait, it does. When he reached the porta-potty entrance, I lost my footing, slipped on the ice and fell to the concrete. The construction worker saw it all and laughed .
I no longer felt sorry for him. Instead, I wished he'd have a violent bout of explosive diarrhea. So there.

posted 2004-10-23