Fully formed nuggets.

It is 8:20am and I should be getting dressed. Why so early? you might ask. Well, let me tell you. Rosey is leaving poop on my parents' bed and around the house. This is not normal for our little black friend. When she shits in the house, she usually leaves a pile, and it's because she's mad at us because she is a vindictive little snot. I digress. So obviously this new development must mean she has some horrid disease, and thus I must take her to the vet at the next open appointment. My dad called yesterday, and was giggling hysterically- bright red face and tears included. He couldn't get over the fact the nurse wanted him to describe the poop.

Nurse: "Is it diarrhea?" Dave: "No, they're fully formed nuggets."

Who the hell says that? And now I am on my way to the vet, with a bag of poop Rosey so lovingly left this morning. I. Hate. My. Life.

Watch this. It will make you squirm and give your stomach the happy-tinglies.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=lHAshi4vdbg