I'm not even shitting you... He just told me about it. Talk about a shitty day. I couldn't believe that shit. Why does he always get into shit like this? That shit ain't right, if you ask me.
No shit? I bet he's gonna have a hell of a time getting the shitstains out of the upholstery. Course, I guess he wasn't completely shit-out-of-luck: better to be in the car than in the can.
Are you kidding? It's fucking hillarious! He said the flies congregated around his car at every stoplight...
I dropped my favorite flashlight in the porta-potty when I was about 6 years old. The site of all of that glowing shit and piss will unfortunately be burned into my retinas for the rest of my life. What I couldn't understand at the time is why my mom wouldn't help me get the flashlight out. Why the fuck I wanted it out of there is beyond me. That's my porta-pot story!
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by The Reverend Lomotil: Are you kidding? It's fucking hillarious! He said the flies congregated around his car at every stoplight...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Jesus, that's funny. It's like something out of a Ren and Stimpy cartoon.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous: I dropped my favorite flashlight in the porta-potty when I was about 6 years old. The site of all of that glowing shit and piss will unfortunately be burned into my retinas for the rest of my life. What I couldn't understand at the time is why my mom wouldn't help me get the flashlight out. Why the fuck I wanted it out of there is beyond me. That's my porta-pot story! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Was it one of those 'semi' porta-potties? Where it's sitting right on top of an underground tank, and they've got all those little worms that wiggle around there and feast on your shit? We used to shit in a cup, run it down the shaft attached to a string, come back in an hour or so, pull it up and collect all those little maggots and distribute them in tents of 'rival' boy scout gangs...err, 'troops'. Those were the days.
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nicodemus: Jesus, that's funny. It's like something out of a Ren and Stimpy cartoon.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Even funnier, before I even knew he had 'run into' that shit, I had left a message on his voicemail, in a strange voice, asking him if he had any 'scat porn' (Sorta like a 'Sol Rosenburg' voice from the Jerky Boys - I always do shit like this to fuck with people...) Anyways, he gets it and can't figure out who the fuck it is that left the message. He thought someone he knew saw him driving around town covered in shit and had to leave him a prank call...
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by The Reverend Lomotil: Was it one of those 'semi' porta-potties? Where it's sitting right on top of an underground tank, and they've got all those little worms that wiggle around there and feast on your shit? We used to shit in a cup, run it down the shaft attached to a string, come back in an hour or so, pull it up and collect all those little maggots and distribute them in tents of 'rival' boy scout gangs...err, 'troops'. Those were the days. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> WHO orchestrated that plan? I bet you fried the legs off of grasshoppers with a magnifying glass during recess too, didn't you?
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Nauseous: WHO orchestrated that plan? I bet you fried the legs off of grasshoppers with a magnifying glass during recess too, didn't you?<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Nah, I sat by the window, so I didn't have to wait until recess...
