HE...
...is in a band
...sings
...plays the harp
...shits whenever he wants ...shits wherever he needs
...is in a band
...sings
...plays the harp
...shits whenever he wants ...shits wherever he needs
Of all places, one day after following a few friends get a tattoo and eating the legendary Satay Celup,
he felt a huge bowel movement (Praise Jesus for blessing him with lightning fast movements) and warned the driver of the car:
"I gotta shit lah, balls,"
The driver shot back a look through the rear view mirror, an evil scowl forming, menace building in his eyes unveiling deep demonic thoughts which have already masked the pain of the freshly inked tattoo.
However, despite all that build-up, what came out of his mouth sounded like Johnny Lever.
Johnny LeverIt's not important what he said, but the dick made me..I mean HIM go round and round in the car as the driver took wild turns and accelerated vigorously over speed humps.
His face reflected the motions of his stomach, twisting and turning, churning in discomfort. Then, it happened. My friend looked serene, calm and poised. With one hand on the safety rest and the other on pulling his pants and underwear away from his body, giving a 3-inch gap.
Little did they know, he already soiled his pants...a little bit... and was waiting for the smell to hit the car, knowing that it's air circulation would let the smell linger.
In a matter of seconds, came the question: "Who farted?" Of course with delight, He answered: "I just shat, balls..buahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Let's just leave it at that because the driver started cursing and swearing so bad, Lucifer would've closed his ears.
So, till we meet again, here's a song that has no connection with the story. And another thing, there's also a fountain story.
His face reflected the motions of his stomach, twisting and turning, churning in discomfort. Then, it happened. My friend looked serene, calm and poised. With one hand on the safety rest and the other on pulling his pants and underwear away from his body, giving a 3-inch gap.
Little did they know, he already soiled his pants...a little bit... and was waiting for the smell to hit the car, knowing that it's air circulation would let the smell linger.
In a matter of seconds, came the question: "Who farted?" Of course with delight, He answered: "I just shat, balls..buahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Let's just leave it at that because the driver started cursing and swearing so bad, Lucifer would've closed his ears.
So, till we meet again, here's a song that has no connection with the story. And another thing, there's also a fountain story.
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