A Week In The Life Of Mr. Schitt

It was a cold Monday morning. Hugh Schitt was cold as hell, and he had a serious case of blueball. How could life get any worse? After a breakfast of cold cereal and a shower, he left for work when he should already have been there. When he arrived, his boss wanted to have a word with him. "Hugh, this is the 10th time this week you've been late. What's the big fuckin' deal?"

"I hate this job. I hate you." replied Mr. Schitt.

"Well you know what this means." said Mr. Boss.

"Yeah, yeah. I know." said Mr. Schitt.

So Mr. Boss dropped trou, spread 'em, and squeezed out a big one on Mr. Schitt's face. They then resumed their normal lives.

Stay tuned for tomorrow's installment!