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Biblical BM in B
Dear B and MG,
I'm turning to you for advice, because I've exhausted all other resources. I've taken my problem to a gastroenterologist, a sewage engineer, and a professor of theology without a definitive answer. You, dear B and MG are renowned for your wisdom and expertise in all areas, so I present my dilemma to you for a definitive answer. Although this is different than what your readers usually write to you about, I'm sure you will agree that it's extremely personal and troublesome.
It's hard to state my problem with delicacy and good taste, but I'll try. It all started two days ago. I had been constipated for six days, and I was feeling like three day old roadkill in the summer; swollen and about to burst. In desperation, I swallowed six Correctol tablets, thinking that one per day of constipation was about right. Well, I got relief in a bit way! I produced a single ummm.... turd that must have started at about my tonsils and would have measured about eight feet if it was straightened out. Needless to say, I was greatly relieved, but I'm not writing this as a laxative testimonial.
When I looked down to see what I had produced, I was astonished at what lay there in the bowl. It was a perfect, three dimensional representation of Moses coming down from the mountain carrying the Ten Commandments. Charlton Heston's face is just as clear as in a photograph. I was still a bit light headed from the straining, and I almost flushed before I realized the signifigance of what I'd produced.
I took several photographs (enclosed), then I called in a professional photographer to document it thoroughly. Her first reaction was, "You want me to take a picture of .... WHAT?" She was quite impressed when she saw the actual subject, though, and did a wonderful photographic study. Needless to say, this has caused quite a stir in the neighborhood.
My question to you, B and MG, is this: Was my lower bowel the recipient of a divine visitation? If so, what should I do about it? We only have the one bathroom, and I hate to flush it away. My husband and I are getting tired of walking down to the Chevron station each time we need a toilet.
I hope you can respond to this posthaste, because the artifact is becoming indinstinct from immersion in water, and the smell is keeping us awake at night.
Hopefully,
Biblical BM in Boise
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DearB- How amazing to have all this occur on the seventh day! While it may be tempting to try to extend the moment of epiphany by retaining this artifact, I would encourage you that it is time to move on, so to speak. Keep the pictures and journal about this experience, but you need to let your miracle rejoin the cycle of life. You must resist the temptation to allow this brief glimpse of the supernatural keep you from fully experiencing every day. b
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Dear BM,
Just who the hell do you think you are wasting our valuable time with nothing more than an Old Testament turd? Good grief, woman, we get letters about religious BMs on a daily basis. Also this month we've had descriptions and pictures of dumps resembling the Battle of Getttysburg, the Mona Lisa, and one of Shaquille O'Neal buggering George W. Bush. That last one is not a pretty sight.
Get on with your life, sister. I'll let Bridget have the photos you sent. She likes that sort of thing and keeps an album.
MG
Dear B and MG,
I'm turning to you for advice, because I've exhausted all other resources. I've taken my problem to a gastroenterologist, a sewage engineer, and a professor of theology without a definitive answer. You, dear B and MG are renowned for your wisdom and expertise in all areas, so I present my dilemma to you for a definitive answer. Although this is different than what your readers usually write to you about, I'm sure you will agree that it's extremely personal and troublesome.
It's hard to state my problem with delicacy and good taste, but I'll try. It all started two days ago. I had been constipated for six days, and I was feeling like three day old roadkill in the summer; swollen and about to burst. In desperation, I swallowed six Correctol tablets, thinking that one per day of constipation was about right. Well, I got relief in a bit way! I produced a single ummm.... turd that must have started at about my tonsils and would have measured about eight feet if it was straightened out. Needless to say, I was greatly relieved, but I'm not writing this as a laxative testimonial.
When I looked down to see what I had produced, I was astonished at what lay there in the bowl. It was a perfect, three dimensional representation of Moses coming down from the mountain carrying the Ten Commandments. Charlton Heston's face is just as clear as in a photograph. I was still a bit light headed from the straining, and I almost flushed before I realized the signifigance of what I'd produced.
I took several photographs (enclosed), then I called in a professional photographer to document it thoroughly. Her first reaction was, "You want me to take a picture of .... WHAT?" She was quite impressed when she saw the actual subject, though, and did a wonderful photographic study. Needless to say, this has caused quite a stir in the neighborhood.
My question to you, B and MG, is this: Was my lower bowel the recipient of a divine visitation? If so, what should I do about it? We only have the one bathroom, and I hate to flush it away. My husband and I are getting tired of walking down to the Chevron station each time we need a toilet.
I hope you can respond to this posthaste, because the artifact is becoming indinstinct from immersion in water, and the smell is keeping us awake at night.
Hopefully,
Biblical BM in Boise
_____________________________________________
DearB- How amazing to have all this occur on the seventh day! While it may be tempting to try to extend the moment of epiphany by retaining this artifact, I would encourage you that it is time to move on, so to speak. Keep the pictures and journal about this experience, but you need to let your miracle rejoin the cycle of life. You must resist the temptation to allow this brief glimpse of the supernatural keep you from fully experiencing every day. b
____________________________________________
Dear BM,
Just who the hell do you think you are wasting our valuable time with nothing more than an Old Testament turd? Good grief, woman, we get letters about religious BMs on a daily basis. Also this month we've had descriptions and pictures of dumps resembling the Battle of Getttysburg, the Mona Lisa, and one of Shaquille O'Neal buggering George W. Bush. That last one is not a pretty sight.
Get on with your life, sister. I'll let Bridget have the photos you sent. She likes that sort of thing and keeps an album.
MG