When you intentionally clog an establishment's toilet by forcing a potato into the
bottom of their toilet and then take a massive,
burrito-driven dump on
top of it. Then you wait and watch from a hidden table as the poor bastard tries to flush unsuccessfully and only after putting on the shoulder high gloves does he manage to extract the potato from under all that noxious, diarrhea water.
After my buddy got fired from his bartending job, I went and bought a
beautiful yukon
gold, had two carne asada burritos and a venti latte, and I dropped the biggest shit potato ever in their third stall. He needed two barbecue forks to loosen that evil
spud.