I am a life-long NY JETS fan. I am disgusted every Sunday between September and January.
I was leaving Vegas one time and was incredibly hung over. I knew I needed to throw up to feel better but nothing came out at the hotel. We stopped at a Shell gas station outside of Vegas and they didn't have an actual bathroom...just a porto potty. So I take one step in and look at the pit...instantly throw up. No gag, nothing. At least I felt better for the rest of the trip.
I am a life-long NY JETS fan. I am disgusted every Sunday between September and January.
No...seriously...STAY THE HELL OFF OF MY LAWN!
Potest via tractata PM!!!
When I was in college, I told my bro who was a dirty hippy (I did go to undergrad in Oregon) that if he came with me to see Pantera, I would go with him to see whatever jam band he wanted me too. That band was phish.
So we ended up driving to somewhere in the state of Washington. I figured if I had to go to this concert I would probably be better off if I was high, so I took a few hits of acid. Halfway through the show my stomach starts rumbling and I realize I have to **** badly and it wasn't going away. I tried to leave the concert but was tripping so hard I couldn't find the exit, and the security guards wouldn't let me through the entrance even though I told the I was gonna be sick. Desperately seeking salvation, I'm running around looking for any place I can **** that wasn't a disgusting porta potty. Unfortunetly I had no choice and went into the portable bathroom, which had been frequented by disgusting ass hippies all weekend and to a **** standing up, tripping my face off. Easily the most disgusting and dramatic duece I had ever taken. Afterwards I found the exit and sat on the hood of my buddies car for 3 hours waiting for the concert to end.
“And now...farewell to kindness, humanity and gratitude. I have substituted myself for Providence in rewarding the good; may the God of vengeance now yield me His place to punish the wicked.”