Once upon a time, my friend old friend Stewart needed a new pair of jeans, since he only had one pair of non-shorts pants for the impending New York winter. We went to a stair for him to try stuff on, and finally found something he wanted, when both of us were struck by a need to shit. Immediately. We ran around the store looking for a bathroom, and were told that the only bathroom nearby was in the neighboring Starbucks. We ran over there, only to have to wait in line for the next 5-10 minutes behind a half dozen people. Finally Stewart goes in, while the lady behind me strikes up a conversation. When it's my turn, I find Stewart has left me a gift in the form of this:
I'm never one to back away from a challenge, so instead of flushing down the gift he left me, I do the absolute MOST logical thing. I go on top of his shit. And you're wondering, of course, what the result is? Well, here you go!
I have done very few tag team shits in my life, but I doubt any more that I could do would top this. Also, I didn't flush, just because I was hoping the lady behind me would find this as funny as Stewart and I did. Who knows, maybe she joined in on the joke.
I'm never one to back away from a challenge, so instead of flushing down the gift he left me, I do the absolute MOST logical thing. I go on top of his shit. And you're wondering, of course, what the result is? Well, here you go!
I have done very few tag team shits in my life, but I doubt any more that I could do would top this. Also, I didn't flush, just because I was hoping the lady behind me would find this as funny as Stewart and I did. Who knows, maybe she joined in on the joke.
