He would win hands down...Hey Bullet!!! Looks like you have competition for pooping.
He would win hands down...Hey Bullet!!! Looks like you have competition for pooping.
Hey, we've all been there whether we admit to it or not. White knuckling the steering wheel and squeezing your cheeks at 50 mph is a part of life. Just glad I shared. Maybe we should start a new thread.I’m impressed lol
Freedom.Tool in my hand great day to be not at work
I'd've told him "I was ting. Mind your own business."Based on a True Story.
My first year, I was driving through this rural stretch between towns when all of sudden, the bubble gut reared its impatient head. I started groaning, then sweating. I had no choice to make an extra stop and hop into this treeline next to a farm. Blew my guts out. On-road sup pulled up just as I was walking back to the truck and asked me what the hell? I just said sorry, hat flew off the dash. I went the rest of the day sockless. Thank God, I got back in time. Left the keys inside, the door was open cuz I was thinking about wiping with the rain shield sheets in a state of panic and decided I was just be riding around in crusty underwear for the next 4 hours. I woulda ran through barbed wire at that point.
AHOY LMAOI'd've told him "I was ting. Mind your own business."
Ahoy!AHOY LMAO
Hey, we've all been there whether we admit to it or not. White knuckling the steering wheel and squeezing your cheeks at 50 mph is a part of life. Just glad I shared. Maybe we should start a new thread.
Call Mom and ask for new pants?One of My worst poop story was this: one time I had the stomach flu. didn’t at for a couple days. Finally thought I was over it. Went to Hardee’s to grab something to eat because I was craving a fresco burger. So I get my food and find a parking lot to eat in. Enjoying my burger get ready to leave. Before I got out of the parking lot all hell broke loose. I all over myself. It was a bad bad bad deal.
Call Mom and ask for new pants?
Geezus....Nope. Called her and told her not to touch the pair of boxers in the trash can.
...I did that one time after squatting down and ripping out the ass...Call Mom and ask for new pants?
Geezus....
Hell yeah my man every time me or my son crap our pants we call each other,kinda like a competitionNope. Called her and told her not to touch the pair of boxers in the trash can.
It hasn't started here yet.Don't know about your buildings but our on time network experiment, as of day 2/3, is a horrific failure. Irreg sort ran until 5:30 yesterday. That's 90 minutes of sorting time preload missed out on.
And we had about 200 LIB irregs in the hub. For one trailer.
Good times.
Gonna put it up your rectum???
Only in the South...Hell yeah my man every time me or my son crap our pants we call each other,kinda like a competition