On Sunday evening I was told a very wonderful story about an ant and it's struggle against tyranny and genocide. Ah, hell, who am I kidding. I'm talking about an ant in someone's crack. And by someone I mean MegaMex.
The short story I was told was that when MegaMex was a young'n he got near an ant pile. An ant ended up in his pants, up on his ass, into the crevasse (heh). When MegaMex felt this poor little defenseless creature pop onto the scene, and just like everyone else would do, his butt cheeks clenched. OH! And as any ant would do when being crushed by a large ass, he began to bite.
Off came the pants combined with MegaMex yelling a bit. I can picture him screaming like a girl actually. His mom had to help him, and by help him I mean MegaMex had to work on being calm, relax his ass, and then spread 'em. The ass was spread, the offender located, and crushed into a fine powder by mamacita.
It tells so much better in person, but this is good stuff, I couldn't possibly let it go. Much love MegaMex.
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