Mr. Sphincter.
The external anal sphincter is truly an amazing structure. Working in conjunction with the central nervous system, it can distinguish the presence of gas from liquids or solids in the distal end of the digestive system, thereby permitting the voluntary (most of the time) release (or not) of any of the foregoing states of wastage.
For example, say you’re sitting around with friends and Mr. Sphincter determines that it is dealing with the presence of gas, and you feel that you might be able to release the gas unnoticed. Accordingly, your brain instructs Mr. Sphicter to open the gate and let the gas pass.
The problem is that sometimes Mr. Sphincter gets it wrong.
Note: This post is dedicated to my friend, the late, great Acidman, who would have posted this in a heartbeat.
Via Curmudgeonisms and Big Dick’s Place.
As Rob would say, ” did that ever happen to you?” “Nope, me neither.”
Comment by GUYK — December 30, 2006 @ 11:26 pm
Yeah. That would be mortifying.
Too painful to even watch beyond 7 seconds.
Comment by Erica — December 31, 2006 @ 2:31 am
Jim, I’m the expert on function of Mr. Sphincter !!!!!!
Comment by The Body Guard — December 31, 2006 @ 5:50 am
OMG that poor girl!
ROFLMAO!
Comment by Maeve — December 31, 2006 @ 9:21 am
“Is this gonna take long?”
I guess it took too long. BWAH!
Comment by Dave S. — December 31, 2006 @ 10:32 am
That’s how you get one of those crappy nicknames.
Comment by Tommy — December 31, 2006 @ 4:23 pm
What WILL her nickname be?
“pool pooter”?
“soggy sh*tter”
“mud-water Mary”
…so many possibilities…
Comment by Harvey — December 31, 2006 @ 5:21 pm
I’d bet it’s safe to say that all offers to drink her bathwater were hastily retracted.
Comment by That 1 Guy — January 1, 2007 @ 11:58 am