Yeah the first one is like “$7.50 an hour, yo!” And that last one, oh God please let that be a dog turd or something. For some reason I can handle him picking up dog poo and putting it in a shoe, but to actually think about him squatting over a shoe…ewwww.
So a guy gets turned down at a dance club. This upsets him. In anger he hatches a plan. As soon as the woman goes out to dance with her shoes off he sneaks over in a crowded bar and lifts one of the shoes. The guy then secrets it into the public men’s room where he figures out how to shit in it or get shit into it. Okay, then he secrets the shit filled shoe back into the dance club and places it back in the spot she left it. All that in the space of a song or two? Now that is lame.
I, on occasion, have been known to threaten to pee on people. This is just a hollow threat; I’d never actually whip it out and douse them like a fire. I can’t picture how Capt. Wonder-turd up there 1. came to that plan and 2. actually went through with it. What did she do that made him fecal-matter-mad?
We were at a friends unit block in the pool on Australia day and the manager came down and went ape shit because we had a few glass bottles in the area. When he left Daron sugested that we leave the pool ’cause he took a huge dump right in the middle. Take that wanker manager!