There are no bad owners, only bad dogs



I hate pooping at work so I try to never, ever do it. Today I was in there blessedly alone, so I relaxed a bit. Just as things started to happen, the door opened, someone walked in, and a huge ball of fart gas rocketed out of my ass. It was so loud that I started to laugh, making it hard to remain anonymous.

I cleared out of there pretty fast.

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