One thing my two year old nephew discovered this past weekend is that he really likes cheese balls.
Not actual balls of cheese, mind you. We're talking puffy round crisps of toxic waste that come in a big plastic barrel and were available at a family picnic this past Saturday. Little orange terrors that exist to make room for baby carrots.
My nephew couldn't get enough.
The problem with all this is an afternoon spent eating cheese balls results in an afternoon spent shitting cheese balls and my poor nephew was no exception. By the end of the day his poor butt was so sore from crapping cheese balls that my brother-in-law decided to slather him with vaseline for relief.
A further complication, though, was the cheese ball farts, which descended upon my nephew at that very moment. I heard him giggling like a little boy and then regrettably turned to see what was so funny. There he was, hoisted up by his feet and beaming while he repeatedly farted vaseline out of his anus.
I saw this.
There is an identical plastic barrel of cheese balls three cubicles down at work.
1 comment:
If these are the big Menards buckets, my group's gone through a few of them. I don't eat them myself - I just buy them out of spite.
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