I slipped up on the slipperiest thing known to man earlier: a banana skin atop a dog turd. The cheery yellow cloak, already the default hazard of slapstick comedy, concealed the hideous payload within, the two combining to create a bumfruit with all the traction of two opposing magnets.
Luckily I managed to avoid stacking it by 'not leaning' and escaped with smear-free attire, though my dignity will forever be skidmarked by the audible cackle of a nearby female onlooker.
I slipped up on the slipperiest thing known to man earlier: a banana skin atop a dog turd. The cheery yellow cloak, already the default hazard of slapstick comedy, concealed the hideous payload within, the two combining to create a bumfruit with all the traction of two opposing magnets.
Luckily I managed to avoid stacking it by 'not leaning' and escaped with smear-free attire, though my dignity will forever be skidmarked by the audible cackle of a nearby female onlooker.