Why i love my friend Jessica
So i sit down for my after lunch poop, regular as can be. And i hear a loud bang from the door of the neighboring porta potty. and after coupla minutes Anderson female types asks outta the blue "your porta john have as many peep holes as mine", and ofcourse i am laughing my ass off, or something like that, lol. So the convo goes blah blah blah, and then i am like um can i have a moment of silence for the crap, and she's like "no". And then i am like "is nothing sacred" and she goes "not in iraq". Thats why i love my friend Jessica! :)
LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!
LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!