I just feel like posting a thread

Dude WTF!

 

Bump, this has potential to be a quality treade...

 

PJ's tip of the day.
Never look at your poop after you eat beets. Just don't.

 

y don't you go eat another cheeseburger, fat a$$!

nice helmete BTW.

HA!

 

Well, there was effort, but never won the prize. Surprising that such big things can come out, yet even average sized things wont go in...

 

I started juiceing beets ,carrots , granny smith apple and ginger. Aquired taste but makes you feel damn sparky just don't be alarmed when you pee. First time I thought I was bleeding internally.lol

 

my outfit, we murk biches

click click, bang bang we in the murda bizness

 

has anyone seen or heard from Susan lately?

 

Holy Sh1t...

 

these poop tales are great lol

 

Clearly, this story was not made up.

Brings to mind another biological process, but in reverse:
[video=youtube;LSjJtDDivlg]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSjJtDDivlg[/video]

 

Sophomore year of college, rugby party that starts at 10am on a Saturday, goes all day and through the night. I get home absolutely black-out and pass out. I wake up to the sound of…"Holy SH1T! What the ****? What kind of sick ****in son-of-a-*****!? Jesus-****IN-Christ!!"…I bolt out of bed and run out to the kitchen to see what was wrong. I get there and see my roommate standing on the opposite side of the kitchen looking down at the floor. He looks up at me with a look of sheer terror, panic, and confusion. He looks back down at the floor and I follow his gaze to the source of emotions. Our white linoleum kitchen floor has what can only be described as a "Jackson Pollack"-esque swirl, 3 to 4 feet in diameter, of what was once medium consistency liquid sh1t-spray, now dried to a crusty, cracking film of smeared poop, stinking to high heaven. One of the arms of this milky way galaxy of sh1t leads to the trash can. I shift my gaze to the top of the trash can and see that it is over-flowing with sh1t-stained paper towels. Every paper towel in our house was gone…a casualty of whatever slaughter had occurred in our kitchen sometime in the previous 8 hours. Whoever the culprit was, had, apparently, realized his or her mistake, felt remorse, and tried to fix the situation before running out of paper towels and concluding that since there were no more paper towels, there was absolutely nothing else that could be done about it…and went on his or her merry way. The terror, panic, and confusion that I now shared with my roommate propelled me to run through all potential suspects. Could a bum have waltzed in the house in the middle of the night, dookied, and moved on? No, why would he try to clean it up? The neighbors? They were three tiny ass girls who I refused to believe could be capable of such a thing. Then I was sure I had found the answer. My roommate who was still asleep. He had been known to piss in closets, in other people's beds, on computers. This time he had gone too far. I woke him up and marched him out to the kitchen, showed him what he had done, and demanded to know what the **** he was thinking. Just absolutely berating him, his mind, body, and spirit…for a transgression I deemed unforgivable. He was hungover and aware enough of his own history, and I saw him begin to question if he was capable of such madness. As I'm standing there still laying in to him, asking just how the **** he plans to finish the job without any ****ing paper towels, my other roommate, who is standing behind me, speaks up…."Ay yo, J….you got sh1t all up and down the back of your leg bro." The words hit me like a grand piano, bringing the full memory of what I had done out from deep within the recesses of my blacked out brain and putting it on blast in full technicolor across my prefrontal cortex. "Ohhhhh yeahhhhh" says my other roommate…."I remember being in the bathroom last night and you pounding on the door that you had to sh1t. I said I was there first, and you went away…..and THIS is what you go do?!!!" My roommate that I had awoken and marched out into the kitchen looked at me like I had just killed his dog. He shook his head and went back to bed. I went out to buy more paper towels.

 

wow. you win at life

 

Like a hotdog down a hallway.

 

This thread is why you are all morons, to say the very least!!