yesterday I took a "almost shit my pants because I couldnt make it to the toity on time shit" It was grand it its push that didnt even exist. Just a sit and split.
I played so much tetris on my phone, that my legs fell asleep. When I stood up to wipe I almost fell over. So I just stood there for a while and used the hand rail ( I was at work)
It's a good feeling when you know you have spent a good 20-25 minutes taking a shit.... while at work and getting paid for it.
Take a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Apply a generous serving to both halves.
Wipe the ends down with a napkin to prevent any from smearing the table.
Take both halves, prop them up vertically, smoosh them together.
What do you see at the bottom end of the sandwich?
RUN OFF
I don't fancy the pissy end of my cock rubbing against the inside of my wrist while I'm wiping..
I just laughed my ass off!?????????????????????? :zombie:
I've never been so confused and hysterical at the same time
...I woke up at 7am, took a piss, washed out my eyes, brushed my teeth, came downstairs and got online. My mom made me breakfast (yay) and I went upstairs to get it, then came back downstairs. Took a couple bites and had to shit... I mean I HAD to shit! Ran upstairs, pulled down my pants and couldnt hold it anymore, shit shot out of my ass onto the floor and the rug under the toilet. I sat down as quick as possible and released a massive shit in water form. I looked down and realized it would be shitty to clean this up, so I wiped it with some TP and threw it in the washer.
It is now clean as new.
What, that I've converted to the sect of the sedentary shit-removers, or that I think RC serves a positive function?