An enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in an anus.
So this afternoon I was in the office toilet stall, simultaneously dropping a deuce and trying to get inspiration for a sketch I’m writing about the International Space Station’s broken toilet — currently titled “All Floaters, No Sinkers” — when another guy walks in. He proceeds to, in order:
1. Use the urinal.
2. Step into the stall next to me.
3. Drop his pants while facing the toilet.
4. Unfurl a shitload of toilet paper from the roll.
5. Seemingly stuff all of it somewhere in his pants.
6. Flush the toilet, although there was nothing in it.
7. Pull up his pants.
8. Exit the premises.
Did I just witness a homemade asspon?