Tell you hwhat, biggest shit I ever done took was in Vancouver 2000. It was a real illegitimate bastard child. I was walking down the street when it came in bloom, there was a closure in my asshole and I knew it was a time to shine. Finally I got to a public toilet, at first there was nothing, perhaps the urge was nothing more than fool's gold and some rolling thunder coming out of my ass. Then sUprise! Hot chocolate shot out of me and it felt like it had infinite momentum. Then I wiped and realized my hemmeroids had blown out when I saw new blood. When I was done doin' it, I realized that I had forgot what I ate that created such a questionable number 2, so I checked it out, in search of roots and culture. Turns out that its not as easy as it sound to figure it out, there's a whole lot of mapping time and space that goes into dissecting that cataclysmic abyss. Upon looking into it, I saw tentacles of destruction, I had eaten calamari! I ate seafood last night, homie! And reminants of a donut- I had visited the baker 2, g!
Just then an attendant walked in and saw the mess I had made while I was discovering that I had made a seafood and donut duty- "Welcome to hell" he muttered as he shook his head
"Sorry!"
"Yeah Right!"
"Really, Sorry"
Before he did anything, I got a cinematographer to document the epic beast, so I could have my duty now for the future. It was one of my great feats of brutality, so I had to get it onvideo for closure