brosBROS
sometimes words, like a circular soiree of turds making their down the toilet.. I can't help but defecate them upon humanity in hopes to perhaps brighten the shit day they've been having.
a question.. how much of this is true?
enjoy.
I was on a plane, angry again, stuck next this corpulent fellow so immense in his girth. his proportions too generous, pushed me to the breakpoint where, erect, I stood tall realizing I didn't want to die. so I jumped out the hatch, peacefully to myself thinking "oh, to veil, my splendid fall". then I felt that dreaded rumble we know all too well about collectively. yep - the nuclear winter diarrhea, that spreads disease. hurling through the air, exhilarating high, I farted winds in what smelled like that rotten egg air of death from bowels of hell that rustled my nostrils. so with time taking time, it was taking mine. no time to lose, no time to choose so I dropped all my weight, went down full throttle. the fire in my veins I tell ya. falling into a trance, I hit the ground running, but it was too late.
legs gave out, that shaky legged dance
the fire spitting from my pipe
the high speed squirt in my pants