THE GREATEST MOVE I EVER MADE, WAS AT THE COONS ONE YEAR… EATING ALL THAT FRESH PORK FOLLOWING IT UP WITH A MILKSHAKE, THEN SOMEELEPHANT EARS AND A GREASY BRATWURST HAD ME RACING TO THE OUTHOUSE ON A 95 DEGREE DAY. THAT OUTHOUSE ALREADY HAD THE AROMA OF A 50 YEAR OLD 300LB NEGRO WOMAN ON THE RAG, BUT I DIDNT CARE, I HAD TO TAKE A SHIT, AND HOW. THE AMOUNT OF FLUIDS THAT CAME OUT OF ME WAS AMAZING THAT SPLASH OF SHIT HITTING THE BOTTOM OF AN OUTHOUSE WAS MUSIC TO MY BOWELS. 60 CONSECUTIVE SECONDS WORTH OF FIREHOSE STRENGTH ERADICATION DAMN NEAR FILLED THAT SUCKER UP, AND IT SURE CHANGED THE ODOR OF THE NEOHBORHOOD AS EVERY FLY FROM WHAT SEEMED TO BE HUNDREDS OF MILES SEEMED TO BE ATTRACTED TO THE SWEET SMELL PRODUCED
AFTER ALL THAT, NO FUCKING TOILET PAPER IN THE OUTHOUSE
AND I WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO SAVING THAT RACING PROGRAM FOR HISTORY SAKE
THE GREATEST BOWEL MOVE I EVER SAW