Why I Carry a Camera

I keep my little Canon point & shoot in my purse for the all too many photo ops I see on a daily basis.

You just never know when you might see something so outrageous, so unbelievable, so crazy - that you must document it so people will believe you.

I have to be lightening fast and discreet to capture the gems I see.

Like this one:

I was behind this gentleman at the Mart yesterday. His pants were all wet on both sides around the groin area. Did he pee his britches? Sit in something? How could he not tell his pants were all wet? Buddy and I contemplated the possibility that he sharted, but it was clearly wet like water, not brownish.

And furthermore, if a person did indeed shart in their sweatpants, wouldn't they have some sense of feeling on their legs like "Ooops, I just pooped down my leg!".

Hell, it's the Mart of Wal. Go buy yourself a new pair of sweats and change in the restroom. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time for something of that nature.

I mean, any time I have had the misfortune to enter a restroom at the Mart, it's like they're running "The Brown Light Special" in there. PEW!

I hope this brightens your Thursday, hooligans. Don't forget about Friday Secrets. If you have anything to submit, send it to eviltwinswife@gmail.com before 9-ish or so tomorrow morning!