I would like to thank my mom for buying my laptop, my friends for not doing anything with me to make me post this much, and most of all, you OTz for pissing me off enough in the debate threads to get this far!
Is anyone else wondering why all you people think that copying and pasting joke lines from other websites is going to make you win?
come on be creative!
In Canada we call 'em ass gaskets.So I take my time to wipe off the toilet seat (nasty dudes not dealing with their tinkle) and get out a toilet seat cover...they are so inconvenient.
In Canada we call 'em ass gaskets.![]()
So I take my time to wipe off the toilet seat (nasty dudes not dealing with their tinkle) and get out a toilet seat cover...they are so inconvenient. Anyway after much to do I get the cover like I want it and I turn around to unbuckle and drop my pants when the flush sensor decides I went away and flushes. Zoom. There went the cover I just spent all that time cleaning the seat for and getting just right. The part that looks like the silhouette of a bald man was hanging down in the water just enough to get swept away. As if that isnt bad enough the toilet splashed water on the seat when it Turbo flushed. So I was already at Code Brown when I entered the stall...now I'm fully dilated and the poo train is sniffing my drawers. So I once again wipe the seat down, put on a new seat cover and SONOFABITCh goddamnit it flushed again. I stayed closer but not enough to prevent it so now 3rd time is a charm I wipe the water off of the seat, flip the middle finger at the seat covers and grimace "fuck you" through clinched teeth then frantically spin around and dive bomb as I drop to the seat. Of course poop water had to splash up on my arse, but the relief was such that I didnt care much.
Use your imagination when you read this joke..........
Since Little Johnny started school he's been walking home the same route and over the years has always met Agnes the prostitute just starting her evening shift and leaning against a lamp post. As he passes Agnes he always says " good evening Agnes ". She always responds " good evening " Johnny as she holds up her left little finger clasped by the right thumb and index finger. Well Johnny has been wondering all these years why she does that. The next day as he passes Agnes he says " good evening Agnes " and she responds " good evening Johnny ". He stops dead in his tracks, turns around and says... " you know Agnes I've been walking past you for years wishing you a good evening and every night you reply but you hold up that little finger, why do you do that? Agnes the prostitute looks at him and says " well Johnny that's how big I think " it " is. Johnny ponders for a second and says that's not fair Agnes I don't say ( puts an index finger inside both ends of his mouth and stretches it wide open ) " good evening Agnes ".
Try it for better impact......![]()
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