A Concerned Parent

Last night I caught Woodley eating his own shit. There was a giant loaf on the futon while Woodley stood nearby just guzzling a piece. I feel like a father that has caught his teenage son smoking cigarettes in his room and I'm not sure the best course of action. I feel I have two choices:

1) Force him to continue eating his own shit until he gets sick of it
2) Put him into rehab

I need to sleep on this decision....

Woodley's stare speaks for itself: "I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast"

1 comment:

zima said...

i just had a nightmare about drofo, seriously. it might have been the scariest and funniest thing i have ever encountered.