jcampbell1180
+1y
Imagine the poor bastard that eventually had to put his/her face near that Hershey Highway from Hell.
Even better, imagine when that fat slob realized he's got a regular shit storm in his pants that he's been displaying for the last 3 rounds of 'strip twister'.
Or should I say 'shit twister'
OH! SNAP!!! OH NO HE DIDN'T!!!
That poor bastard. I can't help but feel for him.
I have a confession:
I once crapped my pants in a Stater Brothers.
I was attempting to rip a fart near my wife and blame it on her. You know, typical husband stuff. I pushed, and pushed, and pushed a bit more, and all of a sudden:
PLBBBTH!!
It was a hot fart. A regular steamer. Then it was wet. A little too wet. It was then I realized that this was no regular fart. It was a shart. It was a shart to the tenth degree. Suddenly, the joke was on me. I was wearing shorts and I had to jam to the bathroom before my horible situation was revealed to the entire meat department. I ended up abandoning my boxers in the trash can and going commando until we got home. My wife thought it was hilarious.
I did not share her sentiment.