Created from: George's Random Thoughts

On with the show...

1)Well, I have an Irish story. Um, sort of. (Warning, there's toilet humor coming, stop reading now if this offends.) While on summer vacation, a group of friends and myself visited a pub called "The Irish Eyes" at the beach. We were there for lunch and during it I needed to use the bathroom. (I had to pee.) Upon arriving in the public restroom I found there was one urinal, occupied by an older man. So I went into the stall and began my business. During this I felt the need to release some gas pressure, so I did - and what issued forth was not only loud, but mildly painful. (You laugh, you find that disgusting. Don't feel so high and mighty, I know you've done it too.) So I said, in a loud and questioning tone, "Ouch?" That's not the star attraction here, I'd forgotten about the gent using the urinal. He says, "Oh... my ...GOD!" in a choked voice and flees the facilities. I wander out eventually to the questioning gazes of my friends who all want to know what I did to the guy, seems he rushed out of the pub altogether. Sir, if you're out there and reading this - I'm really sorry.

2)While in New York City my brother, George, gets the bright idea of picking up some Cantonese food from a place around the corner. (Which he has never tried before.) Needless to say it wasn't a very successful experiment, most of it tasted like ass and Jonathan's had a staple in it.

3)Today we have a joke:

What is the difference between a golfer and a skydiver?

A golfer says "whack... DAMN!' and a skydiver says "Damn... ...WHACK!" I don't make them up, I just tell them.

Anyway, that's more than enough for today... wow, what ever happened to ONE thought per day? ::Throws that out the window:: Well, I'm gone... (not really, I'm actually George)

Signed,

JC (Member of N' Sync)


	On with the show... 1)Well, I have an Irish story. Um, sort of. (Warning, there's toilet humor coming, stop reading now if this offends.) While on summer vacation, a group of friends and myself visited a pub called "The Irish Eyes" at the beach. We were there for lunch and during it I needed to use the bathroom. (I had to pee.) Upon arriving in the public restroom I found there was one urinal, occupied by an older man. So I went into the stall and began my business. During this I felt the need to release some gas pressure, so I did - and what issued forth was not only loud, but mildly painful. (You laugh, you find that disgusting. Don't feel so high and mighty, I know you've done it too.) So I said, in a loud and questioning tone, "Ouch?" That's not the star attraction here, I'd forgotten about the gent using the urinal. He says, "Oh... my ...GOD!" in a choked voice and flees the facilities. I wander out eventually to the questioning gazes of my friends who all want to know what I did to the guy, seems he rushed out of the pub altogether. Sir, if you're out there and reading this - I'm really sorry. 2)While in New York City my brother, George, gets the bright idea of picking up some Cantonese food from a place around the corner. (Which he has never tried before.) Needless to say it wasn't a very successful experiment, most of it tasted like ass and Jonathan's had a staple in it. 3)Today we have a joke: What is the difference between a golfer and a skydiver? A golfer says "whack... DAMN!' and a skydiver says "Damn... ...WHACK!" I don't make them up, I just tell them. Anyway, that's more than enough for today... wow, what ever happened to ONE thought per day? ::Throws that out the window:: Well, I'm gone... (not really, I'm actually George) Signed, JC (Member of N' Sync)