The unprompt butt prompt
My Butt is an Asshole
No, really

I thought I knew my butt. It’s a nice enough butt. It’s not Gandhi. But it’s not Hitler, either. Y’know? It’s not especially competent, but it tries. But it’s been surly, lately. A surly butt. Can’t put two nice words together for anyone. Just, “Whatever!” And, “Fine!”
Then I find the charges on my credit card bill. Luxury boxers. Tanning salons. Then I overhear my butt gossiping on the phone. Putting me down to my friends’ butts. My butt takes the last piece of cheese danish. Money has been missing from my back pockets.
I decide to nip this one in the … well, I decide my butt needs a talking to. Here are some moments from that conversation .
Me: Sit down!
My butt sits.
Me: Do you know why I’m talking to you?
Butt: DO YOu knNOw why I’M tAlKIng TO yOu?
Me: Cut it out!
Butt: CuT iT OUt!
Me: Cut! It! Out!
Fart.
Me: Why are you stealing money from me!?!
Butt: I wasn’t anywhere near your back pocket!
Me: Who said it was my back pocket???
Butt: You have other pockets?
Me: You’ve been talking about me behind my back.
Butt: Where else would I talk about you!?!
Butt: This is stupid! I hope you die!
Me: You know if I die you will die, too. Right?
Butt: But at least you’ll stop talking to me.
Me: You should consider yourself lucky! Most people never talk to their butts!
Butt: Oh, if fucking only!
Butt: Why did you write that piece about how I was such a failure?
Me: You thought that was about you?
Butt: What other butt would it be about!?!
Me: It was a fictional butt! It was a humor piece! I was just being funny.
Butt: My friends read that! They called me — they called me — sob — “failure butt.” Why are you a writer!?! It’s not fair!!!
Me and my butt, sobbing together
Me: I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!
Butt: No! I’m sorry! Waaaahhhhh!
Butt: You’re going to write about this, aren’t you?
Me: Yeah. Why?
Butt: You don’t think maybe it’s a bit too high concept?
Me: The low hanging fruit is not going to swing at itself.
Butt: Are you saying I’m “low hanging?”
In the end, we got through this, and we managed to learn a thing or two. My butt was an asshole, but I was, too. Humor writers — and their butts — are assholes.






