Mr. Irreverent...

I always look forward to this part of my day, Im sitting on the toilet at work dropping bombs (word to Organized Konfusion) and I can't think of anything more rexaxing than stinking up an unoccupied bathroom. Feeling the cold splash of water as the deuce hits the cold toilet water is Nirvana... This moment is ruined when someone else walks in, interupting this serene moment, making my turd tuck in like like a Jehovas Witnesses shirt. I swear I turn into Solid Snake & slip them turds out with precision, one false move & you'll swear it in the middle of The Baghdad fish market during a suicide bombing. I mean it's raw & I'm not trying to be labeled as the dude who set it off in the bathroom, we already have one of those guys here. I gotta run, I think I hear footsteps...