Somewhere in China, a butterfly flaps its wings, catching
the attention of a small child. The child chases after the butterfly and trips
over a rock and falls on his face, letting out a scream that alerts his mother.
The mother, who is cooking for a large lunch crowd at a restaurant, runs out to
aid the child, leaving the soup that was not yet fully cooked. The waitress,
thinking that it was done, serves the soup to the hungry crowd which includes
an airline pilot. During his flight back to California, the pilot suddenly
jumps up and runs to the bathroom with a nasty case of diarrhea. Having just
missed the toilette, he showers the walls and floor of the bathroom in shit,
which a stewardess now has to clean up. Okay, I’m sorry, “Flight Attendant”.
Because I’m sure that if you had to clean shit off a wall you would care what
they called you too. So now the,
ahem, “flight attendant” starts violently vomiting all over the bathroom while
trying to clean the shit off the wall. Now nobody can use this thing. I mean
this is nasty, you would not want to go in there. Have you ever been in a
carnival Port-O-Potty? Yeah, it’s that bad. Now it’s still four hours until
they land, and nobody can use the bathroom. When the plane finally lands and
the doors open, hundreds of people come rushing off the plane, partly because
it smells like vomit and shit, but mostly because they all have to take a
piss. While the crowd is rushing through
the terminal, a ladder is knocked over, and red paint is showered down on the
people. A passerby, who is on his way to Las Vegas, sees the red painted people
and the red footsteps everywhere and takes it as a sign. When he gets to the
casino, the first thing he does is bet everything he has on red on the roulette
wheel.
After
this astonishing win, he gets really drunk and winds up marrying a stripper.
(Because that’s what drunken men in Vegas do apparently, TV don’t lie, people!)
They decide to go to Niagara Falls for their honeymoon, because they watch TV
too, I guess. While there, they ask a family who is on vacation for directions
to the nearest pharmacy. The stripper says that her crabs are getting “real
itchy”, pointing downward. Afterwards, the little boy asks his father why that
nice lady kept her crabs in her pants. Stunned by this question, he responds
“She was keeping them there so she can eat them later.”
Fast
forward a couple months, the same father and son are on the beach in New Jersey. The little
boy sees a crab crawling around in the sand. Remembering what his father had
told him, he picks it up and puts it in his bathing suit.
Later on, at the
hospital, the cops show up with family services. Apparently the stupid little
shit told the doctor that his father had told him to put the crab in his pants.
Well, of course this gives the mother, who is now divorcing the father, all the
ammunition she needs to win custody of the stupid little shit in court. After paying his lawyer fees, child support,
and medical bills for the, gulp, “reattachment”, he has nothing left to live on
and is forced to take on a second job. While working the night shift in the McDonalds
drive thru in Philadelphia, he serves a customer who has just placed a large order. After the
car pulls out of the parking lot, the passenger of the car realizes that the “asshole
in the window” forgot her Chicken McNuggets, forcing the driver to make a u-turn.
In the middle of the u-turn, a dog runs out into the street and gets hit by the
car. Both the driver and passenger jump out of the car to see if the dog is
okay. So now you got two people standing in the street over a dead dog, in
front of a double parked car with people who can’t mind their own damn business
driving real slow and gawking at the carnage…and I miss the fucking green
light.
This is why I fucking hate butterflies
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Going to read more of your posts now.
Bye, Pam