Dateline: Huntington Beach, CA
Sharp-eyed readers might have noticed an innocuous post days ago, detailing a gastro adventure of Ostemate, Beachboy. Deciding to "throw caution to the wind," he consumed a small popcorn with a rather large soft pretzel at a local movie theater. Our intrepid reporter, Bertie Flit, interviewed this wayward fiend and filed this report titled: The Day After.
To ensure this gripping story is more "real," sound effects and commentary have been added in parentheses.
Reached at his tiny home, Beachboy regaled this reporter with details about his sordid tale of popcorn/pretzel madness (Burp).
After a fitful night of minor bag bloat (Berrrrappp), Beachboy's alimentary canal finished processing the "forbidden fruit" (gurgle-rumble). By mid-morning, his colostomy bag was percolating with an extremely viscous sludge resembling Mississippi mud after a flood (plop, plop.. fizz, fizz).
Unable to drain his pouch (damn...), he snapped on 2 new bags in 2 hours (click, click). Use of deodorizer Lube proved fruitless (Yikes).
Chastised by this humbling experience (unlikely), Beachboy pronounced himself cured and cleansed of popcorn addiction, vowing "never again" (fingers crossed).
Some call me dirty, but my name's Bertie. As Porky Pig would say:
Ba Da Ba Daaa.... That's all folks.