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Hello Kripp, this is Juan Jose Manuel Torres Esteban Rodriguez Ochoa Martinez Lopez Jr
twitchquotes:ะฝello ฤธrฮนpp, jฯ an joัรฉ ะผanฯ el ัorreั eััeะฒan rodrฮนgฯ ez ocะฝoa ะผarัฮนnez lopez jr. ะฝere. ฮน no lฮนฤธe yoฯ r cะฝaั. pleaัe าrฮนendั, no ะผore ัpaะผะผerฮนno ฮนn cะฝaัerฮนno oฤธ aะผฮนgo? or elัe ฮน ะฝop ะฒorderฮนno. no cappฯ ccฮนno.
ะฝello ฤธrฮนpp, jฯ an joัรฉ ะผanฯ el ัorreั eััeะฒan rodrฮนgฯ ez ocะฝoa ะผarัฮนnez lopez jr. ะฝere. ฮน no lฮนฤธe yoฯ r cะฝaั. pleaัe าrฮนendั, no ะผore ัpaะผะผerฮนno ฮนn cะฝaัerฮนno oฤธ aะผฮนgo? or elัe ฮน ะฝop ะฒorderฮนno. no cappฯ ccฮนno.
My poop story
twitchquotes:My poop story.
I lived in a dookie (pun on purpose) apartment complex in a college town, literally $300 a month, on a river in the south. So a small and always very high maintenance team worked for them. They showed up (stoned) and were changing everyoneโs filters. Heard. Ok come in. I had a particularly funky little caesars pizza not an hour before the incident. We were making small talk and such as these things tend to linger, I suddenly felt a disturbance in my lower gut (bubbleguts). I felt confident in my distance from the maintenance guy that I got squeeze out a fart and then distract him into another room. This was no fart. At slightest bit of effort I put towards this fart a flood of terrible pizza diarrhea shot out of my ass like a goddamn rocket. As I was staring this man in the eye. I was staring another human being in the eyes...while I pooed my pants. To this day not only do I have no clue if he knew or not but I would still pay thousands of dollars to just see my face when that happened.
That is my poop story.
My poop story.
I lived in a dookie (pun on purpose) apartment complex in a college town, literally $300 a month, on a river in the south. So a small and always very high maintenance team worked for them. They showed up (stoned) and were changing everyoneโs filters. Heard. Ok come in. I had a particularly funky little caesars pizza not an hour before the incident. We were making small talk and such as these things tend to linger, I suddenly felt a disturbance in my lower gut (bubbleguts). I felt confident in my distance from the maintenance guy that I got squeeze out a fart and then distract him into another room. This was no fart. At slightest bit of effort I put towards this fart a flood of terrible pizza diarrhea shot out of my ass like a goddamn rocket. As I was staring this man in the eye. I was staring another human being in the eyes...while I pooed my pants. To this day not only do I have no clue if he knew or not but I would still pay thousands of dollars to just see my face when that happened.
That is my poop story.