Here is the claim each plunger tells itself throughout it\'s life in the battle of toilet defecation...
Ah fuck this, I think we\'ll have to use some back up! *pulls out suds and mr. clean*
Ah shit, this keeps happening, and i keep sucking, but nothing comes undone!
Ah well, shit gets clogged in!
Shove, suck and release feces from sticking around too long.
Hey, I just took the biggest dump, and i had to chop up the pieces to flush them down the toilet, but I broke your toilet while doing so...can i still borrow some money? Response, \"Oh, YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!\"
*stomach growling* This shit better calm the fuck down or Mr. pepto bismol is going to have to kick its ass!
I want to be a piece of shit like my brother.
\"Washing windows? I rather be washing my ass!\", the bum shouted maniacally to the driver with crapped stained windows.
My ass is going on forty, each dump i make, for drinking 6-40s! (Merging of two)
Fuck it or what?!
Shit happens, can\'t do anything about it.
Ah well, life goes on.
Live, laugh, and love.
No mamaes...
Calm down, foo! *puts hand in and under the shirt*
I want to be a gangster like my brother.
I want to make mad money by washing windows like the bums.
I can drink 6-40s.
Who wants to live past 40 anyways!?
If you guys have anything wise to say about the claims people make on the streets of your neighborhood then please post. 🙂