The Beautiful Pony Had Diarrhea
The beautiful pony had diarrhea. And paper towels weren’t stemming the flow. They had started by daubing at the dribbling juices, but now a whole roll wouldn’t staunch the powerful spray.
“Maybe we shouldn’t a done fed it Mamma’s Ragin Cajun Chili Sauce,” Orville said as he choked back an involuntary gag reflex.
“Ya think?” Clyde chastised, “Cuz what I think is that maybe we shouldn’t a done brung the pony inside the house.” Orville could see his brother’s point as the equine bowel squirts covered the carpet and the sofa in a thick, wet paste of excrement.
“And right on the night we invited the Olsen sisters over fer dinner,” Orville moaned, running his feces covered hands through his receding hair.
“The Olsen sisters?!” Clyde gasped, “I plum forgot about them. I invited our landlord, boss, and pastor to come to dinner as well!”
The two yokels looked at each other for a beat and then threw back their heads and laughed.
“What a pre-dicky-ment!”