Hey, here are two things that actually happened. First of all, Al Roker, beloved weatherman and possible stoner, pooped his pants at the White House after his recent gastric bypass surgery:
Roker said, “I probably went off and ate something I wasn’t supposed to. And as I’m walking to the press room, [I'm thinking] well, I gotta pass a little gas here. I’m walking by myself. Who’s gonna know? Only a little something extra came out. I pooped my pants.”
Roker said he beelined for the restroom to dump his underwear in the trash — and proceeded to go commando the rest of the day. [TMZ]
Watch in horror, if you dare…
And Courteney Cox, beloved star of Friends and Cougar Town and noted fully grown adult person, pees on her lawn to try to trick her pets into going to the bathroom.
We may have more on this tomorrow if we can wrap our heads around it. I don’t know. My professional advice is to stay the hell inside tonight. Something very strange is going on.
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You take your future into your own hands when you decide to do the extra squeezing it takes to get those farts out. **places hand on your shoulder** It could cost your favorite pair of underwear.
I wonder if that peeing on the grass thing worked. If so, I wonder if just peeing in a cup (indoors) and pouring it out on the grass would’ve worked as well. Gotta feel for Roker, though. I know I’ve been there. Well, I haven’t shat my pants at the White House, per se; but I have, you know, felt embarrassment before.
For some reason I’m compelled to admit that I’ve tried this dog-training technique myself.
I can’t say I can prove that it has worked.
*rings Cox doorbell*
Good day, Ms. Cox. I am here to apply for the job of…your grass.
Can you imagine what type of guts it must take to go about your day commando after shitting your pants? Respect, true hero.
I just imaging the whole time he’s running to the bathroom he’s clutching his bumm mutters “oh sweet cheeses, oh sweet cheeses”
Isn’t that part of the American Dream though? Chow down on a couple chalupas and Gamble and Lose in the home of the President?