I had not gotten around to reading the turd story til now. I am literally crying. That had to be one of the most embarassing yet funny stories I have ever read. Poor fellow and really poor girl.
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NOT A PIC BUT A GREAT MUSIC VIDEO!!!! ALSO A PIC!! [ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmBRBUZ7UWc&feature=related"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmBRBUZ7UWc&feature=related[/ame]
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wut?
To the Samual L. Jackson post to the top where it says "Does he look like a bitch?" Yeah I forgot I couldn't quote the pics:shrug:
I said does Marcellus Wallance look like a BITCH??
What?
Say what again, I dare you, I double dare you say what one more god damn time.
What?
Say what again, I dare you, I double dare you say what one more god damn time.
lol, i know that, i was "quoting" the movie how he says wut over and over and samuel gets pissed..
i dont know why, but this cracks me the HELL up:
http://indbag.ytmnd.com/
http://fallopianrambler.ytmnd.com/
http://indbag.ytmnd.com/
http://fallopianrambler.ytmnd.com/
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Ok, I had to quote the pic to show what pic I was referring to.
Who is that creepy guy driving the van? I always see him around the internet, but never know who he is.
Brian Peppers is awesome
that "shit on the bed" story reminds me of this one... I know its old though...
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I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you,
altogether tasteless, so that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of
technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful
precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since
I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet
paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a
bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I
just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer
from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could
there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a
towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the
cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin
mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory.
I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The
sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about
going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after
class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch.
God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally
reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other
like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted
to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.
As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and
filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it
worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan
and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation.
I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down
between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who
has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in
as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that
is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many
times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just
jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure
this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
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I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you,
altogether tasteless, so that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of
technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful
precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since
I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet
paper reached its Can't-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a
bright idea. "Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don't I
just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer
from a keg!" I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. "How many Indians could
there be?" said by General Custer. "Looks like a good day for a drive!" by JFK. "There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!" by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a
towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the
cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin
mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory.
I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The
sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about
going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after
class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch.
God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally
reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other
like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted
to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks.
As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and
filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it
worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan
and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: "It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks."
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair - ventilation.
I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down
between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn't enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who
has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in
as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that
is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many
times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn't just
jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure
this constant agony.
Friends, DON'T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!
Long read but very funny! :lol::lol::lol:
DrZacharyus
Banned
I honestly love this thread.
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^^^^ LMFAO what an idiot!
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