The Crapalypse

I should probably have sought legal advice before posting this picture. I’m sure this is going to be used as evidence against me at my trial. I’m definitely sure I’m violating my Miranda rights on this one. What I did to that toilet can’t be legal.

Holocaustal Shit

Tar black, smelling of death, hot as hell and tons of it. I don’t wish what I did to that commode on Hitler’s toilet.

With as complex as the legal code is, I am sure it has to be covered somewhere in there. Locally, on a state level, possibly nationally, I am certain some sick fuck in the past tried to get away with it and the kneejerk politicians drowned the statutes with laws covering it.

Even if its slipped through our legislative cracks, it definitely had to have been covered by one of the conventions in Geneva.

I tried to get as wide an angle as I could and not show too much detail or choke to death on the stench. Even from this shot you can tell I shit that toilet back to the stone ages.

Not only am I incriminating myself against criminal law, what I did definitely goes against nature as well. No amount of recycling or using renewable energy is going to be able to counteract the effects of this crap. I don’t know what my toilet did in a past life to deserve what I did to it, but it must have pissed off Buddha pretty fucking good.

I shit that toilet a new asshole.

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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