Quote (Santora @ Dec 29 2015 11:39pm)
I remember this one time when I was helping my Dad with his gardening. At the end of the day we were dehydrated and worn out so we ordered some Indian food and had a few beers. The next morning, I woke up absolutely besting for a shit. Problem was, because of the Indian food, it was going to be a ring burner, and because I was still dehydrated, it was going to come out hard.
No later than when my ass connected with the toilet seat did I realize this wasn't going to be a pleasant shit. I sat there for roughly fifteen minutes trying desperately to get this demon turd out of me. I frantically gasped for air while suffering through the burning. This thing would have topped out the Mohs scale.
After a while, I was able to snap it off. Though the turd was gone, it's painful memory lived on. My asshole felt distended and stretched to unholy proportions. It burned worse than Anakin Skywalker at the end of episode 3. It took the rest of the day to fully recover from this shit.
But you know what?
If I had the choice, I would sooner go find that turd, hold it close to me, cradle it like a baby, reassure it that everything is going to be ok, and shove it right back into my asshole before even considering wearing a signature as atrocious as yours.
Thanks for being such a shithead. It's weird that you edited your post i mean such a story is just a ctrl+c ctrl+v. If you being a dick pls do it originally. I was just asking for some feedback no need to be like this. But yeah murica right!