Oh b3th, my darling, my love. Tell them to go do one.
If I'm feeling a bit rough, need to chuck up and don't make it to the lav in time (which I don't think has happened in adult hood, alchole excluding, where it's always been good to go over someone's front garden (not a euphanisium)).... then I make sure I got an empty bucket near me in case I need to go again.

What you want to do, right, is say "FUCK this SHIT. You're not a baby, I didn't sign up for this, this wasn't the deal. You maybe sick, but you're not the only one suffering. I'm off to find a fluffy haired guy from the internet and sit on his face until he looks like he's dipped his head in the icing department of a krispy kream factory".
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:59, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

Oh Gonz.
"dipped his head in the icing department"

Sweet.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 12:03, Reply)

Nyom, nyom, nyom.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 13:10, Reply)