I have suddenly become very popular with my friends since beginning this blog. While normal, socially appropriate, and emotionally mature adults would be reluctant to have their misadventures plastered all over the internet, my particular group of malcontents is clamoring to be the next subject of one of my missives.
I received a call from Donny yesterday, extremely excited that he was the subject of the last post. While most of the content was directed at pointing out what a douche nugget his cousin was, he was happy that his name appeared in the title.
My friends are easily impressed.
He did, however, lobby for more stuff about him, even pointing out the stupid things he has done recently in an attempt to get more exposure.
“The car thing, with me going into the mountain. You could have wrote more about that.”
“I could have WRITTEN more about that you illiterate jackass. And I chose not to because the staggering stupidity of your cousin makes you look like Albert Einstein.”
And he’s not the only one. I have received calls and emails from people I haven’t spoken to in months, wanting to be written about and basically ridiculed in public. When I point out that I have not, as of yet, bothered to give my subject’s false names, they are fine with it. Most are actually counting on it.
Yes, my friends have problems.
I did, however, receive a tip about my friend Malcolm’s recent experience sleeping at a friend’s apartment that, I believe, illustrates my point about my friend’s being sick sons of bitches. And not that bright either, let’s not forget that.
We have a friend named Sean who is very gay. By very gay, I mean he makes those Queer Eye guys look like Chuck fucking Norris. But he’s funny as hell and can bust balls with the best of them. And by bust balls I mean give other people shit and not in any other way he may choose to spend his free time. In any case, Sean is a giant prick like the rest of us and likes to screw with people. And not in the…fuck it, never mind…
Malcolm, Sean, and another friend named Joe went out drinking last month to celebrate Tuesday or some other inconsequential shit. My friends don’t really need a good reason to get hammered, so they have been known to celebrate the Vernal Equinox if it can be used as an excuse for a party. In college, we once held a two day party in memoriam of a girl’s hamster passing on to the great Hamster Wheel in the sky. And yes, it was a touching celebration of Peanut’s life, as far as I recall…
So it was Tuesday and the three amigos headed out in the early afternoon for a bite to eat and many, many drinks. Being socially responsible individuals, they parked at Sean’s place and took a cab to the festivities. After a hefty meal of Indian food to coat the stomach, they got completely and incoherently drunk. The details of the actual drinking were not related to me, as I am sure none of them have a clear recollection. The story picked up during the cab ride back to Sean’s.
Malcolm began to get extremely agitated during the ride because he suddenly realized that he needed to take a rather urgent shit. The other two did not help matters by finding this extremely hilarious and aggravating the matter by purposefully giving the cab driver the wrong directions. At one point they were actually in front of Sean’s house and made the guy drive two more blocks, claiming they were in the wrong place.
Now this was all well and good until recycled Indian food odors began to permeate the cab as Malcolm began to…relieve the pressure, so to speak. This sobered Sean and Joe up quickly and they suddenly remembered the correct address. As Sean unlocked the door, Malcolm bolted past him, unbuttoning his pants on the move, and barely made in to the bathroom in time. What followed, was described to me by the others as the “most foul, unholy, and deafening crap ever taken”, and literally shook the walls of Sean’s delicate little bathroom.
Emerging from the bathroom shortly afterwards, a very drunk and still agitated Malcolm announced to the other two that he “must have blew an O-ring” during his mistreatment of Sean’s toilet, because he noticed blood when he wiped himself. Having already experienced too many of Malcolm’s bodily functions and their attendant repercussions, they maneuvered the drunk to the couch and put him too bed, while they finished off a bottle of Cabo Wabo as a nightcap.
Now, as men tend to do when we are drinking in the vicinity of someone who has passed out, a plot began to hatch. They ran through a quick laundry list of stuff they could do to our buddy but soon arrived at the obvious. While Joe undressed the still comatose Malcolm, Sean got the camera out, got naked too, and began a photo shoot that would make Caligula blush. Having enough fun for the evening, they put the camera away and retired.
When Malcolm woke up the next morning, he was understandably fuzzy on the details of the previous night. By feigning ignorance and acting guilty, Joe and Sean had Malcolm a little worried about what he had done. Malcolm kept asking if he had forgotten to pay his bill, or had made an ass of himself the night before. He also made the following statement:
“Speaking of ass, why does mine hurt? Feels like my butthole is on fire.”
In their buildup to the big photo shoot reveal, Joe and Sean had forgotten about the power poop that Malcolm had pulled off earlier and the resulting…tissue damage…that had occurred. To quote Sean:
“This was just too fucking sweet an opportunity to pass up. I just had to do it.”
Thus began the most uncomfortable 10 minutes of Malcolm’s life. With pictorial assistance, Sean and Joe began to spin the most elaborate load of crap they could think of about the wild sexual encounter that Malcolm had engaged in with Sean the gay guy. Sean even had Mal convinced that he had been the one who instigated the man on man love, with Sean trying to talk him out of it, but finally “giving in because you were too much man.”
At that, Malcolm just picked up his keys, gathered his stuff, and walked out of the house without saying a word. He still believes to this day that he had sex with a man. Hopefully he doesn’t read this and realize that Joe and Sean pulled one over on him. This is just too good of a gag to let him off the hook so easily.
Then again he’s probably too busy looking at gay porn to read blogs….