For all you people who have yet to see the Big Lebowsky, i recommend that you do watch it soon. So ive noticed that nobody volunteered their pond to me, and it brings me to think 2 things. 1: None of you have any good spots that you want to let me fish on. or 2: Your stingy with you water friends. Speaking of water friends, im pretty sure that im not the only one that checks out his poop before he flushes it, and if i am, then.... yaaarrr manly things. but im pretty sure im not, so anyways, when i was fashioning racecars out of my poop yesterday, it came to me, that i could probably use my superhuman rectal muscles to fashion it before it actually makes it to the toilet. so i started training...*inserts rocky tape here*....*realizes that tapes are outdated, takes tape out, sets it on fire, then pee's it out*... *realizes he cant train his poopshooter w/o theme music, he puts on an old episode of family matters, and begins to train*....*theme music ends and he gets awkward when he's training his rectal muscles to the annoying sound of Jaleel Whites voice*..... anyways.... after i finished training, i ate a hearty bowl of cheeze cubes, and gave her the ole' heeve ho. and when it made it to the toilet, i was astonished at what i, eRic Johnson the 3rd, had done.... pooped out an exact replica of Whistlers Mother... *realizes that he's not the 3rd Eric Johnson, looks in his own toilet and sees normal, yet slightly yellow poop*.... * starts crying, and moaning the words.... "why oh, why, did it have to be in my hair*
ps... "awwww its in my raccoon wounds!!"
