When I was in college, me and my fraternity brothers were a crude bunch. For example, we would drop our pants, bend over, and let out enough gas to light our farts. We thought it was great fun to see who could generate the largest flame shooting from their butthole.
The fun ended, though, when poor Tony backfired, so to speak, and the flame came back and scorched his ass. He ended up in the ER having to explain to the docs what happened to him, which was mortifying. The rest of us tried to console Tony, but he was inconsolable. And then it was time to pay the ER bill, which, believe me, was no bargain.
When the old fossil of a hospital administrator called Tony’s parents to tell them what their son had done, they were really pissed and sequestered him at home for most of his summer vacation. Needless to say, Tony was not a happy camper.
Written for these daily prompts from yesterday: The Daily Spur (example), Word of the Day Challenge (gas), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (scorch), Your Daily Word Prompt (console), My Vivid Blog (bargain), Ragtag Daily Prompt (fossil), and E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (sequestered),