is it a compliment when trained killers call you carzy!?
constipation strikes again...or maybe it's just that i'm gun-shy...i go into a nice, cool..EMPTY (emphasis on the EMPTY) bathroom, and the "I can't crap alone guy" once again cops a squat next to me....first thing i'm going to do when i get home (besides file late taxes) is get my pheromones tested to see if my shit gives off a chemical that attracts ukranians to me....i need to learn the phrase "are you scared? do you need me to hold your hand?" in uke...then when it happens again i can thrust my paw under the partition and ask him....which is nicer then what my co-workers want to do... which is throw a bucket of water of the wall unto them (apparently they give off the same chemical as well)...i'm thinking more along the lines of wiping my ass then lighting the TP on fire before air-dropping it over the wall....this means war! arm the dead carcass catapults!