wet pants
Posted on | December 8, 2003 |
This may be the funniest thing I’ve read in a long time. An excerpt from a movie review of My Dinner with Andre:
My eyes glazed over and I felt my soul leaving my body. Drifting higher and higher, I looked down and saw myself slouching on the couch, mouth agape, with this steady trickle of saliva flowing over my bottom lip to collect onto my shirt in a dark wet pool. I focused on that pool and began to see the individual fibers that made up the fabric of my shirt, and then I saw the water molecules clinging to those fibers. Tiny mites were living on those fibers. And as each drop of saliva crashed down onto my shirt, the mites were washed away in a tidal wave of bodily fluid.
Courtesy of smivey.
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