Freezer Burn
by Jason

It was just another uneventful weeknight -- if you could call any night uneventful in the presence of my then-roommate Steve. I had stopped questioning his motives for doing anything; I'd come to the conclusion that he was totally nuts. So it was no surprise then when, coming from the bathroom, I heard, "Dude... I'm going to freeze a turd."
A huge grin came across my face. It was disturbing, yet brilliant. Why had I never thought of that? I immediately jumped up to aid him in this endeavor.

He ran and got a Ziploc bag. I didn't really have the stomach to dig around in his freshly deposited load, and I certainly wasn't going to hold the bag, so I fashioned a turd-spear out of a clothes hanger. After a few tries to impale his logs, he managed to gut one through and drop it in the bag. At this point we had digressed to a grade-school maturity level, and were giggling deviously. He placed the bag in the freezer. That was that.

Fast forward to the next morning. I ran to the freezer and grabbed the frozen turd, laughing so hard I was crying. I know it's gross, but what the hell.

So he froze a bag o' poo. He did get stuck with the nickname "Shitbag" for about a month after that.
[This message was edited Thu Mar 6 17:40:49 PST 2003 by jthad1129]

That is so gross

But I cant help but giggle

Much love Pochacco

ing @ "turd-spear"



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[This message was edited Tue Mar 18 20:50:38 PST 2003 by PopcornFetus]

that...wouldn't make it to the auditions for jackass.

Children, let this be a lesson to you!

Ur friend:

I can't say that I have, nor do I plan to!

Welcome back, Jthad!