Whenever I interview someone important like a presidential candidate or a celebrity, I don’t imagine them naked. I imagine them with diarrhea.
Everyone gets the Runs, even cool people.
When you imagine them with a backdraft in the poop shooter, gripping the toilet and wailing, “Please God! End it now!” it’s hard not to feel empowered.
Wednesday’s forecast: Cool authoritative fronts dissipated by steamy midday Hershey squirts.