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the toilet brush - 2000-06-01
the toilet brush: (after exiting a Mac's Milk store, at 1:00 AM, having bought a map, trying to find the location of Chad's girlfriend's best friend's house...) Chad: That guy, after he pointed out the bathroom, he laughed at you. Kam: Oh, really... Why...? Could it be because I... STOLE HIS TOILET BRUSH!? (producing it from his pocket...) Chad: Haha... that's great, that's a good one... No, wait, that's pretty freaking sick, actually. Kam: What? ...why? Chad: You had that thing in your pocket? Kam: Yeh... Why...? (putting it in the back seat) Chad: Actually, you know what, I don't think I really want that in the car. You know, I give you credit for stealing it- good job- but I really don't think I'll feel comfortable driving with something that is used to clean up other peoples' feces, in the backseat. I hope you understand... Kam: Uh- Chad: Throw it out. Kam: But- Chad: THROW IT OUT. Kam: Alright, fine. (tosses aside) But we could have used that... Wait, that WAS in my pocket, wasn't it...? (later... driving) Kam: Hey, something smells in here. I think it's the map. Chad: No, I don't think it is... Kam: (grabbing map, smelling it.) No, it really is the map that smells. Here... (shoves map in Chad's face for him to smell. Chad does not approve, a scuffle ensues while driving, the map gets hurt.) Chad: THROW IT OUT!!! (Kam throws the map out the window, at forty kilometres an hour. There is a muted period of hilarity.) Kam: Hey, can we stop so I can wash my hands? --- You might have had to have been there...
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