Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy...too many mind. No mind.
poor things...when you have to hike your pant legs so as not to drag them in yellow liquid and check all the stalls to find a toilet wherein no pretty present has been left, you might get some sympathy from the boyz.jtc
Uh, I've had to do both those things plenty of times.I know whose fault it is. If I can find that first chick who does the "toilet hover" and sets off the chain reaction, she and I are going to have words...
Let us now praise Dr. Kegel, a prophet without honor in his own land.
We won't even talk about the horrors of "dunkin' the boys"...
There I was completely wasting, on the throne I sat me downall inside it's nauseating as my boys they start to drownfeel as though nobody cares if I crap or if I peeso I might as well begin to get this excrement out of meDunkin the boys,Dunkin the boysDunkin the boys,Dunkin the boysDunkin the boys,Dunkin the boysDunkin the boys,Dunkin the boys
A brief insight into my inner soundtrack:"'Dunkin' the wha...? wait... Ohhhh!! LOL!!!!"
You have that problem too, Og?( WV: galtiv ... what happened to Galts II and III ? )
Gotta wear a nut bra, futhuchrissakes.
Since I usually use the toilets in truckstops and rest areas, I am grateful when the previous occupant has gotten all the soiled toilet paper in the bowl rather than leaving it strewn about the floor of the stall. Everything else is minor inconvenience.
Og with JP FTW!
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