I remember the first time Bigfoot broke into my house....Drank all my whiskey, ate all my pizza pockets then puked all over me. I know it was him because he took a big dump in my kitchen.
I remember the first time Bigfoot broke into my house....Drank all my whiskey, ate all my pizza pockets then puked all over me. I know it was him because he took a big dump in my kitchen.
I'm so jealous, I have never had the privilege of a Bigfoot invasion. It's a little hard for them to blend in on the high prairie. RIP your whiskey and pizza pockets.
You could have a career in feces identification though. I had 2 cops show up on a night shift with a tupperware container of shit. Somebody had taken a dump on the foreman's desk at the refinery. Unfortunately, we don't do DNA testing in the ER. We certainly could have used you!
I'm so jealous, I have never had the privilege of a Bigfoot invasion. It's a little hard for them to blend in on the high prairie. RIP your whiskey and pizza pockets.
You could have a career in feces identification though. I had 2 cops show up on a night shift with a tupperware container of shit. Somebody had taken a dump on the foreman's desk at the refinery. Unfortunately, we don't do DNA testing in the ER. We certainly could have used you!
Has your butthole recovered as well?
Has your butthole recovered as well?
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