Best Friends Forever
Here’s a picture of me with my new best friend: Edwin Von Fecalton.
Tell you what–we weren’t friends at first, in fact we had quite a disagreement. He wouldn’t budge, I wouldn’t budge. So there we sat for at least half an hour.
Finally, after we warmed up to each other and realized that the other made some very good points, we started to work together. Sure there was some coaxing, cajoling, negotiating and agreeing to disagree, but after that we formed a friendship that’s going to last a long time. After all was said and done we came out of our ordeal respecting each other and have moved passed our rocky beginning.
I know, I know. You are thinking, ‘Jason, turds are like farm animals; you aren’t suppose to name them. You’re only gonna end up getting attached and then in three days when the maggots are just starting to sprout their wings and the toilet has been permanently stained, its gonna make it that much harder to flush Edwin.’
You know what? Your not the boss of me so fuck off. Me and The Vonmeister are bff’s and there is nothing you nor my landlord can do about it. You just hate it that I found a friend and am happy for once in my life.
Fuck you and your turd naming rules. Lets go play foosball Eddie.
No one gives a fourth of a cum covered turd what you think, but please don't let that stop you from spreading your insightful wit to the world by commenting below. Or fuck, you're such a pussy-eating faggot you're probably interested in the rss feed of this shitty site. Oy vey.
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