You Put Your Chocolate in My Peanut Butter

Waddling up to Sara, the fat ass snatches the Hustler out of her hands before turning around. "Hey, what the?" asks Sara.

The fat man waddles off in the direction of the washroom, magazine in hand. "I'm gonna bomb the bowl! Commit myself to the dumpatorium!" he yells very loudly. As if this wasn't bad enough, he continues yelling euphemisms for defecation as loud as he could. "Download some brownware! Give birth to a Marine! Hatch a new superintendent! Launch a Butt Shuttle! Make a deposit at the porcelain bank! People who like sausages shouldn't see how they're made!! Seek revenge for the Brown Bomber! Take a dump! Zap the porcelain!"

At this point, the door had been closed, but Sara and Jasper could still hear him yelling.
"Sara?" asks Jasper. "Should we leave?"
"I would, buddy, but I'm kind of afraid we're gonna miss something if we don't stick around!"

Author's note: Thanks to this helpful and educational web page: http://www.koransky.com/ Other/ EuphemismsForRectalFunctions .txt (delete spaces)

Be sure to thank Al Gore the next time you see him for inventing the internet so we can all share decent and tasteful websites such as these with one another.

1. Nothing else happens in the next fifteen minutes.
2. The fat man continues yelling emphemisms for defecation for the next twenty minutes.
3. The fat man dies on the toliet. His last movement was the biggest ever.
4. The UFO is still outside, parked at the gas pumps. The aliens impatiently wait, since they naturally assume all Earth filling stations are full service ones.
5. Josh Burbank rushes in, past Sara and Jasper, and enters the washroom. This is the greatest day of his life!

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