Originally Posted by deflave


Did I ever tell you about when I was married, and I woke up, got on the computer and started recalling the strangest dream which involved wiping my ass with newspaper type material? And I had an extreme case of itchy swamp ass?

About 20 minutes later, the nosy ass bleeder enters the room and asks "Why is the toilet bowl filled with newspaper in the master bedroom?" I just looked confused and walked over there.

Sure as my ass itched, the TP dispenser was empty, and there sat the newspaper on the sink with huge diagnal tears going through it in all directions.

I wasn't real neat about it either. Big sheets of torn newspaper dangling out the sides of the bowl.

I just blamed it on my son and told her to GFH. We're no longer married FYI.


Travis

PS-Good morning


Thanks.
That was beautiful, man.

We used to call that an acid trip.
I'm betting you left out the part about trying to [bleep] the Lucky Charms elf in the charms.
He don't go for that schit, trust me.

Thanks for that.

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