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  • SQLGeek

    Muh state lines
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    Should have responded “to make incontinent fat fucks like yourself shit your pants.”

    ETA:
    For those of y’all that don’t get this reference,
    The sound effects at the beginning are added in. The rest is unedited.


    A comment from that video:

    "As he gingerly shuffled into the distinguished porcelain chambers, the grit of luke warm poop became more menacing than ever (and cold upon his thighs). With the sliding lock of his safe haven stall secured, he fought first with his belt, then the buttons and zipper of his unhallowed slacks, until finally, he peeled them gently to the ground. The polyester slacks were as heavy as a beach towel used to clean a fallen milk jug, but revealed something much more sinister in its unkind mitten: poop. There at his ankles, he surveyed a shotgun blast of black mucoid tar that climbed his stout ankles and hung terrified to the white of his tucked shirt. "Damn you, Little India Palace," he cursed softly, "damn you." Helpless, frantic, he filled one greedy fist with loop after loop of soft white toilet paper, wrapping it about his wrist, and grabbed with mad futility at the sloshing mess at hand, only to abandon his wipe to serve as a sponge. "Perhaps my Safeway card can squeegee the mess," and with that, the distinguished chairman, hastened by literal duty, was transmogrified into a petty spackler who, half naked and glistening with sweat, wielded a magnet-stripped trough to ladle the poop from his pants. "All in a days work!" He wept. "Easy for you to say!" And a face appeared beneath the stall "Mitch Mcconnel!" He choked, as the un-shelled turtle slid coolly into the little stall, dressed in a painter's uniform. "We might be from different sides of the aisle, but today we share this stall! Get spacklin!" His Kentucky twang hung in the dense airspace, pulled tears of gratitude from Jerry's already stinging eyes, and the two men grunted and grimaced until their proverbial safeway rewards paid out in dividends of friendship."

    I'm laughing so hard I can barely breathe.
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