Just because I haven't had any mustard doesn't mean its not an applicable title. The point here is that there comes a time in every mans life when he can go no further. This is a time of reflection, perhaps some self praise, and certainly celebration. This is my achievement, this is my magnum opus. I didn't even have to wipe for god's sake. I DID NOT WIPE MY ASS.
I felt this shit post required a duel perspective. You will notice that half of the doody is submerged. It is a beast: a large, correctly colored, two pieced, single-bodied, masculine, crap.
This is my best shit of the month. Definitely the term. Maybe the year. Maybe even the year.
Does anyone even read this anymore? I ate a crab cake panini. Goddamn that was delicious.
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