At the end of the day, if they are not packing cotton up my ass, I call it a good one and get some rest because it will all start over again soon. 
I’m sure I’m missing something here…
Not necessarily. I mean if you think about it, any day They’re not packing cotton up your ass would be a good day. I guess. Never having had cotton packed up my ass.
A whole new definition of “cottonmouth”. :eek:
A day without cotton being packed up your ass is like a day. . .without orange juice?
Just to clear things up…
Typically a mortician packs cotton in all the bodily orifices…for some reason, I’m not sure.
I thought we had a racehorse posting about the joys of the offseason.
I had the honor of helping to prepare a corpse for burial recently, and we didn’t pack cotton in the rectum, but did use a tube-shaped large piece of cotton (kinda like a rounded sanitary napkin) between the cheeks of the buttocks; this, I was told, was to keep embalming fluid, or any other fluid, I suppose, from leaking out in an unseamly manner.
Well, along the seams is where one often finds leaks.
At least when I mis-spell something, I manage to be (unintentionally) humorous. 
Hey! I was supposed to have a good day today, and I had a lousy one.
Did you take my good day?
Does that mean you’ve got cotton in your nethers? :eek:
Whelp, by the OP’s standards, I’m having a great day. I haven’t even seen a cotton ball today.