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As Jesus hung dying on the cross, it's likely that he pissed and shat himself.
 
As Jesus hung dying on the cross, it's likely that he pissed and shat himself.
I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
 
That TFL fat guy and his old ass white friend.
 
As Jesus hung dying on the cross, it's likely that he pissed and shat himself.

I think you missed the part where he knew how and when he was going to die. With that kinda foresight, he clearly would have shat and peed in the bathroom beforehand to lessen the shame.
 
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I think you missed the part where he knew how and when he was going to die. With that kinda foresight, he clearly would have shat and peed in the bathroom beforehand to lessen the shame.
Bowels and/or bladder often evacuate when a body is in extremis.

Not unlike what happened here.
 
If I make a thread on the 10 year anniversary of my sd account will you make me plat
 
since this is a random ass thread.


fucking LOL at Toner/Dozer getting banned AGAIN on his 2nd account, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, good riddance even though he'll make another.
 
Hey @Drunken Meat Fist can you make me a mod? I think after nearly 13 years, I've put in my time. Thank you and I leave you with this poem:

it often happens when the party is
going well,
somebody will say, "wait a minute, that
reminds me, I heard this
joke, it will only take a minute and I
promise not to tell
more than one."

he leans forward and begins to tell
it, and this is the worst part because
you know it will not be funny, and even worse
than that, not even plausible, but he goes
on as your stomach feels as if you had
eaten a rotten egg, you reach the punch
line long before he gets to it, then he
finishes,
looks about.

there is silence, no laughter, not even
a smile.

"wait," he says, "don't you get it?"

"I understand," I tell him.

then he leans back, thinks that I
have no sense of humor, have had a
bad day, or that he has overestimated my
intelligence.

he could be right on all counts, I know
that I often watch famous comedians
who make millions tell awful jokes
while the audience roars with
appreciation and across the nation
numberless others join in from their
living rooms
as I sit there and think, this
stuff is bad, very bad, there's
little doubt about
it.

yet some drunk sits in a room
with me
and is offended because I
don't roll on the rug
when he lays a
dead egg that makes even
the gods
cringe.

but they are never offended
enough not to return
and toss in a new joke as bad
as the first, or worse,
returning to the first,
having forgotten the previous
agony.

in all my decades of joke-
listening
I've only heard one that is
worthwhile,
it goes like this—
no wait, I've forgotten
it.

you're
lucky.
 
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