Legal Note: This is potty humor. Through and through. I hope it doesn't make you think less of me. Less than you already do, that is.
Ahem.
Scene: I am in the kitchen putzing around (ok, eating a box of donuts) and T9 is in the bathroom, sitting on the throne with the door ajar.
T9: [Grunt]
Me: [Yelling from the kitchen so he doesn't see the donuts] You alright in there, kid?
T9: ...
Me: Kiddo?
T9: [To himself] Come on THING. You can do it!
Me: ...
T9: [To himself] Go, T9, go! Go, T9, go! Go, T9, GO! GO, T9, GO!
Me: The hell--?
T9: [Grunt]
*plop*
Me: Oh...mygod...
T9: [To himself] YESH! I knew I could do it!
Fin.
