The meals-on-wheels van doesn't stop by my home any more. Not since I pee'd inside the delivery driver.
Friday 22 August 2008
William James Mercer's Rumbling Tum.
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Like that episode of Venture Bros where the father pees into his space suit. He can smell wee on his hands. Classic!
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