The Perch Plopper
It wasn’t my fault. How could I have known he would be so weak minded. I couldn’t have known. Although, if I did know, I still would have done it.
You see, I took a coworker to a hypnotist show. A real good one. I mean, this guy had a fat man in the crowd whip out his boobs thinking the place was a strip club and he was the main event.
I feel sorry for the poor guy who ended up wearing the fat man’s stained “panties”.
But I digress.
We all had a good laugh over my poor, simple minded co worker as the hypnotist convinced him he was a seagull. What a good show it was too, with this guy loudly saying ‘CAW! CAW!’ while pecking at french fries and chicken wing bones people started throwing at him. The hypnotist snapped his fingers and my friend was back to his normal self, no worse for the wear, and wondering why he was covered with bar food.
It wasn’t over. It was far from over.
You see, as the weeks went by we started noticing the drop ceiling at work. It seems that somebody started moving the tiles leaving open spaces at various locations. Every night the custodian would replace them, only to have more moved tiles at different locations the very next day.
Here’s the thing; My coworker still believed he was a seagull. I mean, he could function in the everyday but in the back of his head, he was a seagull.
One day it happened. He found the spot. The very perfect spot, with the very perfect target. It was in one of the managers offices. He was an uppity snob that had a bald head and always wore expensive suits, the very perfect victim of what was about to happen.
I watched the whole thing unfold. I heard the ‘CAW CAW!’. I saw the tile slide open. I saw the bare bum emerge, it’s owner perched on one of the drop ceiling supports, just like the bird he thought he was. And like it’s namesake, this human seagull LET FLY.
But it wasn’t any normal human poo. No, not at all. You see, it seemed that in order to most accurately reproduce the color and consistency of bird poo, our fine featherless friend had eaten nothing but yogurt for WEEKS.
Needless to say the reaction was priceless.
Yes, I will be buying a portable video camera for the next time. You’re welcome.












You’re silly. We need to drink together sometime. I bet I can out-fart you.
That sounds like a bunch of shit. Are you shitting me?
And to think I thought hypnotist were fake and full of shit heheh.
Holy shit.
That’s just a typical Thursday in my office.
If I do recall it wasn’t just yogurt. He would occasionally mix blueberries and raspberries into the yogurt to get the same color and consistency for the end result. I don’t think that suit will ever come clean.
@KrisAKAJaney
Thanks for the heads up. I’ll be eating indian for lunch before I see you so I have a chance at winning that one
@Ed Adams
It WAS a bunch of white shit!
@LadyTerri
Some of them are full of shit. I guess it depends on what they’ve eaten, when, and how close they are to a bathroom
@The Peach Tart
Not a PRIEST a HYPNOTIST!
@moooooog35
Thursdays huh?
@TechJoe
Right, I forgot about that detail. Thanks for reminding me.
Welcome once again to the Mental Poo Slash Mind of Spaz weekly crap-off.
You should rename the blog to “The Poo of Spaz”
Pictures to prove it…
Poop, poop, POOP… POOOOOOOP!!!! Its just fun to say.
I’m with Lilu, pics?
Let Fly.
AWESOME.
I’ve got a boss that I’d like your friend to visit on my behalf.
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