August 6, 1945— It was a muggy August morning as the sun crept over the horizon. It was foggy and visibility was low.
A stocky bald eagle stumbled into Japanese air space. He was having a rough morning. He'd had a little too much Taco Bell the night before and was feeling the consequences. His stomach was churning as the burrito ripped through his insides. He faltered in the air as a sharp stomach cramp hit him.
He'd been trying to hold it in until he reached the sea, but he couldn't bear it any longer. All at once, he relinquished control of his bowel movements, causing fecal matter to erupt from his anus.
This massive shit became known as an atomic bomb. 'Merica.
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