When you have a huge putrid load to drop and you fear the aftermath of feral stench association, you lay your logs in a public bathroom and often blame the talent on an unsuspecting victim.
I was baking up a mad brownie dump during my date last night. I couldn't take that shit home; I had to bomb and dash the movie theater restrooms so Shirli wouldn't faint from fecal intoxication at my house.
Dude ...I totally bombed and dashed the Shell gas station. I dropped my kids at the pool and naturally I was pretty proud of my fresh porcelain artwork until I opened the door to the hottest chick waiting to use the John. I'm like "Watch your step in there ... some homeless man tore the place up before me"
Dude ...I totally bombed and dashed the Shell gas station. I dropped my kids at the pool and naturally I was pretty proud of my fresh porcelain artwork until I opened the door to the hottest chick waiting to use the John. I'm like "Watch your step in there ... some homeless man tore the place up before me"
by Barbie Reject March 22, 2012