Mustafart

Thinking back on great stories to tell for my weekly piece on the art of dropping ass, I remembered one of the greats. A bunch of the boys took the day off to go and see Star Wars Revenge of the Sith, well we happened to go out drinking the night before. Well the movie was playing and I knew something was brewing. As Obi Wan stepped off the ship onto Mustafar with Anakin I knew there was a spetacular fight brewing on the screen with a possibility for death and dismemberment, and the last part was in the theater. Just as the lava was boiling and exploding on the screen, the phosperous bomb that was trapped in my colon was also erupting. It was only a second or so before the waft started to hit my boys one by one down the line. I knew I did good, and the timing could not have been better. There were some people om front of us, but as we left the theater, they did not move, I am not sure if they called paramedics for them or if it was too late. We went to the bar to discuss the film after it let out and I heard about the drop right away, also the perfect timing to go along with the movie. Man, you just can't plan that kind of stuff!