Sometimes I Get So Distracted, I Forget to Wipe
Groom just disappeared for three minutes.
When I came upstairs to, er, use the amenities, I saw what he’d been up to.
It’s gotten so fun around here that I find myself drinking 467 ounces of water a day, just to earn repeat trips to the bathroom.
Question: if a Pyramid Man breaks his leg whilst skiing, does a St. Bernard with a flask of brandy around his neck show up to provide succor?
Or maybe a mummy comes and applies the bandages to Pyramid Man’s wound?
Or maybe kind Inuits feed him seal blubber and make him a crutch out of whale bone?
And if a Pyramid Man falls on the ice, does he make a sound?
A few thoughts to occupy you for the weekend!