Poopa Donna: I completely understood that your story was ficticious. How could something so anal (har har) be even remotely construed as real??
It was in that sense that I compared TBW's ill-hygiened roommate to the Poopa Donna.
In case that explanation was too complicated for you...here it is in simplier terms: it was a joke, retard.
In fact, here's a disclaimer for the whole situation: The above comment and ensuing rebuttal comment are works of fiction. Any similarities to any people or characters, real or imagined, is entirely coincidental.
Feel better now?
_______ Man who stand on toilet seat is high on pot.
My asshole speaks all the time..."Honey what's for dinner? Honey where's my belt? Honey would you mind resurfacing the driveway while I watch Monday night football?"
_______ Man who stand on toilet seat is high on pot.
Not a knock on you at all Phipps, but I think my husband would have to do some heavy dooty convincing to get me to want to do the nasty with the image of him with a tube stuck up his butt burned into my mind...at least not the same night.
Unless he bribed me with pizza. It's always a sure bet if there's pizza.
_______ No no, honey. Kitties don't sit on the potty.
Even if you're squatting to shit on the ground and there's a real "rather large bush," you're still BEHIND it. The sheer physics of getting shit on either bush in either case are mind boggling.
_______ What do you mean you didn't see it? It was right next to the toilet!
Two broken doors: $75 each
Broken door frame: $40
Broken door barring device: $45
New trim for broken door: $10
Fruit of the Loom boxers: $5
Making it to your own toilet before being forced to wait on the street covered in shit for your uncle with the only other key to get home: Priceless
Consiquently...what happened to the coffee?
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Hey! That's my robe!