mikey23545
12-15-2006, 09:34 PM
Herm Edwards, Marty Schottenheimer, Mike Shanahan, And Art Shell are attending an AFC coaches convention, and having a helluva time. The food is great, the keynote speaker rocked, and the conversation is fantastic.
None of them are particularly used to such rich foods, and as the four AFC West coaches are huddled together swapping stories, they all feel some ominous gastric rumbles. Herm first says "Man, I feel a real grumbler coming on, I need to hit the head." The other three agree, and all head to the bathroom together.
They enter the bathroom and find that fortunately the bathroom's four stalls all are open as nature is now calling in a very loud voice. They all rush to assume their positions, and soon the air is full of cacophonous noises and roadkill odors. All notice an unspeakable horror at the same time....
"There's no toilet paper in this stall!" they scream in near-unison.
Herm calmly says, "Hang on guys, there has to be a solution...I've got it!"
"Everyone just grab a dollar and use <i>that</i> to wipe!"
Shanahan immediately hails this as an idea worthy of his own genius, and it appears disaster has been averted.
Herm quickly finishes up and leaves the washroom. After a a few minutes pass, he begins to wonder where the others are. All of a sudden, the bathroom door flies open, and the three coaches emerge, all completely smeared from head to toe with foul-smelling sh!t.
Horrified, Herm asks "What the hell happened?"
Shaking with rage, Shanahan points his finger at Edwards and says "This is all your damn fault! I think I speak for all of us when I say I will never try to wipe my ass with three quarters, two dimes and a nickel again!"
None of them are particularly used to such rich foods, and as the four AFC West coaches are huddled together swapping stories, they all feel some ominous gastric rumbles. Herm first says "Man, I feel a real grumbler coming on, I need to hit the head." The other three agree, and all head to the bathroom together.
They enter the bathroom and find that fortunately the bathroom's four stalls all are open as nature is now calling in a very loud voice. They all rush to assume their positions, and soon the air is full of cacophonous noises and roadkill odors. All notice an unspeakable horror at the same time....
"There's no toilet paper in this stall!" they scream in near-unison.
Herm calmly says, "Hang on guys, there has to be a solution...I've got it!"
"Everyone just grab a dollar and use <i>that</i> to wipe!"
Shanahan immediately hails this as an idea worthy of his own genius, and it appears disaster has been averted.
Herm quickly finishes up and leaves the washroom. After a a few minutes pass, he begins to wonder where the others are. All of a sudden, the bathroom door flies open, and the three coaches emerge, all completely smeared from head to toe with foul-smelling sh!t.
Horrified, Herm asks "What the hell happened?"
Shaking with rage, Shanahan points his finger at Edwards and says "This is all your damn fault! I think I speak for all of us when I say I will never try to wipe my ass with three quarters, two dimes and a nickel again!"