Agent Picolx

[Fatjim]

Before anybody flames me about a repost I have done a quick search for this, however this story was brought up while visiting Skelstar the other night and I thought I'd share it with thosdr of you who may have missed it.

Picolax turned my bum from it’s usual semi-dormant state:
a bit like Vesuvius; an impressive and majestic sight with occasional noxious wiffs, regular minor expulsions of dangerous matter and a very rare display of awesome ferocity worthy of international news.
into:
a portal from another collapsing largely aqueous universe via which all compressed matter emerged at trans light speeds, expanding exponentially as it emerges from the “wormhole”.
If you think the widespread deluges of precipitation experienced this “summer” in any way approach “Biblical Proportions”, then rest assured by 09:00 tomorrow you will have ample personal evidence to entirely revise your delusion.
VERY CAREFULLY BEFORE TAKING “AGENT” PICOLAX
1] CHECK THE TIME & DATE OF APPOINTMENT ON THE HOSPITAL LETTER,
REPEAT
2] CHECK THE TIME & DATE OF APPOINTMENT ON THE HOSPITAL LETTER
3] Have a TRUSTED friend verify your reading of the details in ITEM 2
WCA, If you are looking for an INTERESTING thread tomorrow then I’ll try to explain from personal experience why ITEM 2 above is so vital.
To those about to take Picolax, we salute you . .

[Fatjim]

At popular request, please be seated.
I’d had some disturbing “signs” during daily “evacuation procedures”. In the past I’d also had Farmer Giles & Family surgically evicted from my arrrse, so wasn’t about to wait years to have any future “squatters” invade me via the back door.
Doctor took a look and with only “Breathe out” for warning, proceeded to instantly put an expression on my face more commonly associated with riders of “The Big One” at Alton towers. And believe me I FELT like I was riding a VERY BIG one. the only word I could manage was “HOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFF !!!”
Weeks later I got letter from hospital plus two sachets of “Agent” Picolax.
In true blokey fashion I then “Man Read” the letter (ie opened it scanned it and took out the “Free Gifts”) re: appointment and pre-op procedure
(WARNING: mistake alert).
WARNING: F*CKING BIG MISTAKE ALERT).
Right so on “Monday the 10th I was to have an “Investigative Procedure”.
And so from 36 hours prior I would be RESTRICTED TO CLEAR FLUIDS ONLY.
So no real food from 8pm Saturday night. Slap up meal Saturday teatime, then orange juice or tea without milk, or “Clear soup” (sod that), a couple of lagers can’t do any harm (Erm, wrong d*ckhead but sadly that’s not yer main problem, sadly no)
Sunday evening I’ve been on clear fluids only for a whole day. Family sit down to roast beef, yorkshire pud, gravy roasties, peas carrots followed by trifle. Never mind I’ll tuck into a glass of orange juice. (TW*TTT !!)
Whilst they sit back in post scoff bliss I prepare for my first meeting with “Agent” Picolax. (cue Music from Jaws)
Read instruction on “Free Gift Number 1″.
I tear the strip off the sachet [PAUSE]
premember in those stories how insignificant it seems when the cork is removed from the bottle found on the shore, and an affable Genie trapped for a thousand years pops out ?
Well hold that thought

[Fatjim]

And a few minutes later . . . .
“Agent” Picolax has entered the building (orally).
Not too unpleasant, tasted a bit “lemony”, to be fair if most energy drinks tasted like this they’d be more popluar.
As these foolish thoughts are noodling around in my head a butterfly in the Amazon flaps it’s wings. . . . .
A storm of geological cataclysmic ferocity fuelled by an apopleptic “Agent” Picolax is gathering pace, mass and will reveal itself too late upon the unwary. Oh Yes.
Seeing as I like the odd beer I’m pretty used to the occasional “rumbly in my tumbly”, so surely nothing to worry about there then ?
tick follows tick follows tock . . . . .

The air was still.
The usual background drone of distant traffic had recently gone,
I did’nt notice it get quieter
it didn’t happen suddenly, and
I had not gone deaf
Even the barking dogs and twittering birds had fallen confusing silent.
I was alone in my own home but suddenly felt the eyes of entire nations focussed upon one single point.
The epicentre . . .
I turned to see what it was . . .

[Fatjim]

I realised too late what it was that they already knew only too well, the epicentre was behind me.
But this was no pantomime villain
it was
KRAKATOA’S BIG DRUNK ANGRY BROTHER
And he’d come to kick the living shitt out of me . . . .
RIGHT NOW !!!



I read that Lake Baikal in Siberia is the largest body of fresh water on the planet.
So large that, if empty, then it would take every river upon planet earth flowing into the space a full year to refill.
OR
The contents of my arrse would do the same job in 15 minutes flat . . .
Eventually that Sunday night, as it says in the bible, the waters receded and peace returned.
Once the aftershocks (not the highly coloured alcoholic stuff) had finally diminished and ceased.
I showered my skin (there was nothing inside, not even skeltal remains) and went to bed. Setting the alarm for 06:00 in order to rise and steel myself for 08:00 Monday morning.
08:00 was my next appointment with “Agent” Picolax.
It would be an appointment that I would NEVER forget.

[Fatjim]

I awoke at almost the exact moment the alarm went off, all in all a good nights sleep. I felt warm, safe, and happy.
Lying in my comfy bed in that delicious half sleep world where Debbie Harry is still 23 and I’m at the height of my prowess as a rock GOD and Debbie really wants me sooooooooo baddd. She’s wearing that red shirt with red over knee stilletto books and . . .
The Rabbit from Donnie Darko taps me on the shoulder and says “Your appointment with “Agent” Picolax, Mr Blu-tone” . . . .
[Music from Lee Van Cleef’s musical stopwatch]
[Music from shower scene in Psycho]
Feeling like I’m in the lift of The Empire State Building and it’s dropping unchecked
Sound of a very fat moggy desperately clawing for traction on an old school blackboard . . . . .
Oh sweet Lord in Heaven, no pleeeeeeeeeeease not that, anything but not that . . . .

[Fatjim]

My feet are moving with all the alacrity of continental drift in the direction of AWAY.
BUT
Like in all nightmares, the harder you struggle, the faster you run away the closer the MONSTER gets. So you break, become a quivering mess and submit to
THE HORRORR
Hating yourself for being weak, “One more effort and I’d have been free !!”.
TOO LATE NOW
Stand before the bathroom mirror, the EVENT the night before must have sucked the very eyes from my socket, because I can’t see properly. In the mirror isn’t the reflection of 5′10″ 15st me, it’s a huge used femidom.
I find “Free Gift number 2″ (oh the irony) and like the beaten drone that I am tear open the sachet (release the Genie pent up these last 10,000 years) mix the “Magic Potion”.
Then the condemned man (deprived of even a blindfold, last cigarette, Debbie in thigh boots and light years away from a hearty breakfast) raises the glass to his lips and swallows.
I’m ready for you this time though “C’mon, C’mon, Come and have a go !!!”
I spin, and park my arrrse (now deeply grooved, and splintered from the previous nights multiple megaton detonations).
I wait and very time itself pauses



Nothing



Nope, not even the faintest pixies fart of a tremor



But I’m not gonna fall for that, if “Agent” Picolax can wait then so can I
I’m ready for ya like a spring coiled by bhuddist ninja fellers



Distracted for the fraction of one second he’s on me wringing me dry.
I wondered just where he’d been and he’s about to let me know
He’s dancing on my head as from my “Ring of Bright Water” emerges the Pacific Ocean and it’s family, and they’re in a rush.



After a period of time that could have been less than a nanosecond or longer than a Genies internment, I KNOW he’s gone.
I am dust,
and not much of it at that.
Time sort meself out for the day hospital, complete change of spare clothes plus 5 spare pairs of boxies (if necessary I’ll wear ‘em ALL, simultaneously, plus two pair of jeans, that’ll minimise the death toll).



Right just before I leave on last quick check.
No food 36 hours, Check
Clear fluids only, Check (ish) (few lagers can’t have hurt)
Free Gift No1 at T minus 27 hours, Check (yep 20:00 hrs Sunday Night)
Free Gift No2 at T minus 3 hours, Check (Yep 08:00 Monday morn)

[Fatjim]

Report to day hospital
WEDNESDAY 10th
WEDNESDAY 10th
WEDNESDAY 10th



“Hello, Day Hospital, erm I’ve got an appointment for Wednesday,
Yes that’s right (gulp) the 10th. I was wondering, is there ANY chance you could see me today?”
“I’m afraid not, is there a problem, only if you cancel you may go to the bottom of the list . .”
“Oh NO NO NO, I don’t want to cancel, I wan’t to be seen today”
“HAVE YOU TAKEN YOUR PICOLAX YET ?” (stifled sounds, the unnerving feeling that nearby extensions are being lifted)
(small voice) ” . . . . . . yes . . . . .”
“I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU, DID YOU SAY YOU’D TAKEN BOTH SACHETS OF AGENT erm SORRY BOTH SACHETS OF PICOLAX ??” (multiple stifled sounds, presence of numerous 3rd parties confirmed)
(small voice)” . . . . .Yes, both sachets . . . . . . Can I get some more . . . “
No tossing about this time, they didn’t even try to stifle their laughter, all women, about 10 of them.
“YOU SAY YOU’D LIKE SOME MORE PICOLAX ? Ha Ha Ha”
“No, I asked if I could get some more, I definately did not say I’d like some more”
“If you can drop by after 13:00 today we’ll issue you with a repeat prescription which you can take to the pharmacy, OK ?”
” . . .Yes, thank you”



Later on Monday the 8th
“Hi I’ve come to collect a prescription ?”
“What Name is it please ?” (says a goodlooking red head nurse with twinkle in her eye)
Simultaneously, she’s making some secret *SIGN* for EVERY good looking female nurse to emerge from various hidey holes.
TBH I did’nt think the NHS employed so many NATIONALLY never mind at the local BUM CLINIC !!
“Blu-tone”
“Ah yes, TWO SACHETS OF PICOLAX !!”
Sirens, alarms, party poppers and flashing lights
BINGO!! LAYDEEZ AND GENNEMEN WE HAVE A WINNER OF THE LORD ELIZABETH FUKKWITT TROPHY
Then the killer question,
“Do you know how to take it ?”
“Yep”
Blu-tone exits the Bum Factory for the day and the workers roll about the floor.
Still it’s not every bloke that can induce damp knickers in so many foxy nurses simultaneously.
Now any of you that are familiar with even Primary School arithmetic will be aware that a 36 hour countback from 08:00 Wednesday is 20:00 Monday.
By the time I got home it was almost 18:00. 2 hours to eat, then back, once again, into the hands of “Agent” Picolax.



But even I with my double dose of “Agent” Picolax was not prepared for the delights of . . .

[Fatjim]

Right
Home I go with 2 replacements. And for those who enjoy cheap, ritual, humiliation it felt as though every worker that I passed in Fazakerley Hospital began polishing the floors with their backs as they writhed and contorted about.
Every other chancer wants “Temazzies” but Blu-tone, the only man with the addiction to “Bum-Explosives”.
This next statement may be the least surprising ever reading from the book of “Revelations” but I DID NOT RIDE MY BIKE THAT NIGHT.
Truth is I just can’t remember ‘zackly what I did eat during my 2 hours I was granted beyond the unfailing grasp of “Agent” Picolax.
Rest assured small balls of cotton wool, economy portions of candyfloss and undersize clouds were VERY VERY high on the very short menu.
Items NOT REQUIRED on the voyage included:
Pineapples (the spiny oversize handgrenade of the fruit world)
Beans
Chips
Infact ANYTHING which MAYproduce a “Propellant” (yeah like “Agent” Picolax needs an enthusiastic assistant FFS).
By 20:00 Monday, the “Safe Food Fest” was over and the waiting game had recommenced !!
BUT
So had the internal dialogue [Music From “Rocky” as the plucky contender runs up the steps]
“Fluids Tone. Ya jass think fluids”
“Erm, right d*ckhead like I can think of ANYTHING else !!!”
May as well try to go to sleep, (lets face it a night down the pub and a Tandoori can never measure up to a “session” with “Agent” Picolax).






The rest is here




http://www.madcaow.com/blog/2007/07/24/agent-picolax/

[Bren]

okay...you didnt post the rest?