The porta potty plot (part4)
beware of ducks
When I laid eyes on Ricky after the break I could tell that something was up.
He was struggling and flailing and had a face like a smacked arse.
I’ve been reading what you’ve written about me, he spat. What the hell is your problem?
Puzzled, I pressed him What are you talking about Ricky?
I’m talking about the porta potty plot. You’re making fun of me.
Ricky had a point. I was.
You’ve got a point Ricky. And? I’m getting tired of your shit. My dear readers are getting tired of your shit.
Ricky looked like he was ready to strap bombs to his belly and walk into a busy shopping mall.
You’re getting tired of my shit? I’m the one putting up with your farts all day and every day.
Again, he had a point, Look bud when I gotta fart, I gotta fart.
That’s fine, but naming them? I don’t need to know about the seven deadly Jims nor their unique characteristics. Your arsehole isn’t a winery.
Once again, Ricky had a point. For those of you not keeping score dear reader, that’s three for Ricky, none for this fo…
