as i was in the bathroom making my submarines, someone walked in and took a stall two down from me. i didnt know who it was, nor did i care, but as soon as she unzipped and sat down, her butt tooted a familiar note and i knew which coworker
shiver me timbers
ahoy, mateys! so i took my big buffet dump. it came out a little spicy, but nothing too crazy. it wasnt completely mush.. the logs looked like rolled up mushy submarines… soft and delicate. when i flushed the toilet, they werent ready to ship out to the seven seas yet,
mmm curry
All this talk of curry had me craving Indian food, so i gorged at an indian buffet for dinner. i went back for 3rds and 4ths. probably ate five pounds of curry and spinach and chicken and lamb and rice and saag and naan. it was so good i didnt
