The Anonymous
Bag On My Head
Last nite, Cap'n Billy Barstool was in his favorite bar when he realized he had to take a shit.
Reluctantly, he stopped swilling draft Hamms and staggered to the restroom.
Suudenly, a loud, girly scream was heard from the men's room.
A few seconds after that, another loud, high-pitched scream reverberated through the seedy Detroit bar.
The bartender went into the restroom to find out why Cap'n Barstool was screaming. "What's all the screaming about? DTs again?"
Cap'n Billy squealed "I'm on the toilet, and every time I try to flush, something squeezes the hell out of my tiny balls."
With that, the bartender opened the stall door, looked in and said.........
"Billy, you fucking prole!" "You're squatting on the mop bucket!
Reluctantly, he stopped swilling draft Hamms and staggered to the restroom.
Suudenly, a loud, girly scream was heard from the men's room.
A few seconds after that, another loud, high-pitched scream reverberated through the seedy Detroit bar.
The bartender went into the restroom to find out why Cap'n Barstool was screaming. "What's all the screaming about? DTs again?"
Cap'n Billy squealed "I'm on the toilet, and every time I try to flush, something squeezes the hell out of my tiny balls."
With that, the bartender opened the stall door, looked in and said.........
"Billy, you fucking prole!" "You're squatting on the mop bucket!