So I just took my first horrid shit and you wanna know what was weirder than the poo? It was clearly remembering from my dream the "Diogenes" figure taking a squat while a bunch of aristocratic folk were looking on in horror while ORANGE projectile poo spattered everywhere. The poo looked EXACTLY the same. The "original" The Aristocrats joke in a sense.
I don't have the guts to do a full write up of a story just now, but the framework I remember went something like Diogenes and company, being poor by choice, came upon an ORANGE GROVE not far outside of the city of Athens. These were wild ORANGES now, very unlike our tame-ass store bought modern oranges. They were at first overjoyed by the seemingly endless supply of hard to open but sweet and delicious fruit, but the ORANGES had other intentions, being almost perfect darwinian engines of genetic proliferation. But of course the Dog and his pack had no idea, and no concern in their joy at having SO MUCH FOOD!
It was probably Eris' personal ORANGE GROVE, but that's me speculating and expanding on the dream memory. I'm pretty sure I can piece a plot together. But now I'm about to go again.
Lab results pending... This one is going to hurt, I can tell. It's GAS! IT'S VERY UNPLEASANT!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!
