I walked into the office bathroom needing to take a really bad dump. There was a woman at the sink applying her makeup. I hate an audience, but I really had to go. I waddled to the furthest stall and pooped as fast as I could. Suddenly I hear the
toilet paper
PooPooRacha
I still haven’t pooped, but I did flush something big, brown and nasty down the toilet.. COCKROACH!!! There it was, lounging on its back with its legs all up in the air in the middle of my room. I nearly barfed when I saw it. So I killed a tree
Poop! Trees!
Ever get one of those poops where after you’re done with your doodie, you wipe and wipe and wipe, and no matter how many times you’ve wiped, there is still some poo left on the toilet paper? What would a tree hugger do in a situation like this? Kill a
