The Story of P

So P, B and E were walking out of Haven back to the library yesterday. (I was watching over them...so i know wat happened)

B: you know P, u r a very gullible person...things that pple tell u, u believe.

P: (indignant) no B, that's not true. I think about it, and consider whether it's believable or not.

B: no lor, i don't believe all the hearsay you reproduce. Unless u tell me things that are products of proper research....

P: fine.


they walk on silently......up the stairs...

E: my intestines feel squashed. it's pressing on something below. What's right below my intestines?

P: i know! it's the rectum! (excitedly, just short of jumping up like a cheerleader)

E: Nooooo! (disgusted)

B: dunno...is it the large intestine?

P: did u know that your intestines go round the world once? maybe that's y it feels squashed. (matter-of-factly)

B: P, who told u that? it's not true lor!

P: it is!!! (flashing a "how-could-you-not-know??" look)

E and B: rolling over in laughter....

P: don't believe? i'l check with my friend !! (from a prestigious college)

P then catches hold of a fren passing by

P: R, don't our intestines go round the world once?



R: (wide-eyed, in surprise) huh, they don't meh?