I can offer two!
I can offer two!
Wow. So much horror in so few words.
The best poop stories come from our HR people at work. We have had several poop artists at our company— they leave little presents in the hallways, or just completely defile a bathroom. I just got a call about one a couple days ago— they were finding little trails of tiny escaped poops, and then just a totally f'd up…
Guys in the locker room called my uncircumcised friend 'Eggroll'.
WHILE I DOG PORK YOU
Bonus points for including his mom's in the count.
Whatever happened to letting people find out you're crazy the old-fashioned way?