Something that resembles a Payday candy bar just fell from my bottom.
Late night dump. Tell Dickie to pee on the bathroom walls. I & the Steelers Rule! BURR SUX!
Slimy Green Buttslugs. Wiping… May as well try to keep a 4-year-old eating chocolate ice cream’s face clean.
Alcoholic poo
I’m taking a grizzly, manly, lumberjack-style, Hell’s Angel inspired, mass murdering, punch in the face smelling, bull fighting WHITE WINE dump.
Taking a designed WR screen that can’t gain more than 4-yards b/c the ball travels 20 yards in the air and decent 1A DBs cut off the play… A dump.
I know my insides so well that I didn’t get over excited about the last dump. My last dump was a scout dump to make sure this wine-dump was safe to move forward.
This completes the trilogy of the day’s dump. The first was solid and concise. The second plentiful and full bodied. The third slimy and rancid.
Joe Cox is going to take a dump on OK St’s chest today. I am doing so in spirit at this very moment.
I’m in Wildwood, NJ. Nothing to eat but bar and Boardwalk food. Every portion is mammoth as are the people. This dump is no different: plump and depressed.
I think i just dumped a piece of Trident I accidentially swallowed in ‘02.
It’s the worst when your first dump of the day hits you just after You’ve showered and dressed.
Late night dump. I’d call it a dream catcher but I still think everyone in the house is going to have nightmares due to the odd odor of the hour… But not me!
This dump is the equivalent of a cat coughing up a hairball except the hairball is human excrement and the cat is my butt.
These turds look like alien eggs.
