I'm asking.
It's a DUmmy tale, oft told.
Once upon a time, there was a DUmmy named fizzy, who had a husband named Mr. fizz. fizzy
loved to smoke pot, drink beer, and eat gut bombs, which gave her the appearance and demeanor of a koala bear. Mr. fizz loved to screw a chick in his bicycle club- but that is neither here nor there.
One day, fizzy and Mr. fizz were sitting in the living room reading a newspaper fizzy "found" on the neighbor's front porch. Mr. fizz found a coupon in the newspaper, as coupons may often be found.
Mr. fizz handed the coupon to fizzy and said, "Here's a coupon for toilet paper." fizzy, who was buzzing from a half a bowl of Colorado Kush, just nodded, took the coupon, and shuffled off to the bathroom.
About 15 minutes later, Mr. fizz realized his wife had been gone a long time, and went to check on her. He found fizzy sitting on the toilet, covered in shit from her chinny-chin-chin to her toes, crying. She held a tiny shit-covered object in her hand.
"What in the hell happened?", Mr. fizz roared.
"You told me that the coupon was for toilet paper!", fizzy cried, as she waved the tiny shit-covered scrap of paper
"No, no, no!" Mr. fizz shouted. "You
take the coupon to the store and you
buy the toilet paper!"
And with that, Mr. fizz left fizzy crying on the toilet and went across town to get some
primo bicycle-chick sex.
The end.
And furthermore, don't we have a sigline from one of our members that will solve this whole mystery ?
Something to do with fire, if I'm not mistakenl.
