Perhaps it was one of you reponsible individuals that submitted the story of two youngun's falling off the roof, mid-coitus, to the fine folks at the Darwin Awards? (It was Scanner Bryan who sent it in to Scanner, actually, back when he was just plain old Bryan.) Well, whoever it was, ya did good, because it's the first runner-up in this year's salute to "those who improve our gene pool by removing themselves from it." The winner?
Michael was an alcoholic. And not an ordinary
alcoholic, but an alcoholic who liked to take his liquor... well,
rectally. His wife said he was "addicted to enemas" and often
used alcohol in this manner. The result was the same: inebriation.
And tonight, Michael was in for one hell of a party.
Yeesh, guess anything that makes
booty bumping sound reasonable deserves some sort of prize.
