Wednesday, August 05, 2009
So, now Ryan smelled like skunk, and Kevin and I were driving him in his own truck. Ryan sat in the back of the bed, and Kevin and I were up front. We drove to the local grocery store to find a Douche. Now, some problems were presented with this. Number one, neither Kevin or myself knew what a Douche Bag was. So, what we did was go up to a gentlemen in the produce department and said something to the effect of, "hey, umm our friend got sprayed by a skunk, and well we want to buy a douche for him, but we don't really know what that is. Can you help us?" The guy kind of chuckled and said, "Well, I suppose when you get upset at a friend, you can call him a Douche Bag, heh heh." We were like, "No, but seriously, what is it?" As we made our way to the feminine products isle, we had attracted the attention of one other employee, and that is what you see in the picture above. You can see Kevin reaching for a Douche Bag, and the two workers (a middle aged man from produce, and a stocker). I was laughing extremely hard at this point.
The skunk made it out alive, and I laughed more this evening, that I usually do in a week.