In Reply to: Sense Of Humor posted by sandybear on Friday, 12. December 2008 at 16:45 Bali Time:
This is a small part of my 2004 JBR and always raises a few laughs when we talk about it. It is a problem we can all relate to and rather a crappy subject
Movements from within
We all have them, those grumbling warning signs that something nasty is about to explode forth. Dare I fart, Ahhh thank god for that - only wind (this time)
Various descriptions of bowel movements become everyday topics of conversation in Bali. The three we used were
OK it's solid,
Soft serve and
Coke machine.
Coke machine is the worst - an explosive force of gas and other unmentionables that would probably blow the top off Mt Agung.
It is so funny how something that is sworn to secrecy at the time ends up becoming the most widely discussed subject every time you talk about Bali. The famous corner in Sanur where my brother shat himself a few years ago is now known to all my family. It has become a shrine of all that stirs within (sorry Trevor)
I am as regular as clockwork, even in Bali. I think I could eat anything anywhere and be alright. Not so for the rest of our party.
So many times we were out shopping and ended up having to buy a drink at a restaurant so one of the girls could use the facilities. Oh No not again, I have bought five drinks already can you hold on - not a chance - has to be NOW, or earlier if possible. Type, style or condition of the said facility is not important at the time; the only consideration is getting there fast.
Day trips were often interesting. The motion of the car seemed to stir up those rumblings from within to the point of agony. Car stops, rumblings go away - car starts and they return. Go to the toilet - smell toilet - rumblings go away. Where do they go?
I have always told my wife and girls that they are full of sh*t
Dad is right again
I am in the sh*t when they read this
Oh well - Sh*t happens
Regularly sometimes.