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I found a link to you on Rob's blog. I once had a whirlwind romance (a nice
way of saying I slept with him for a few weeks) with a guy named Catfish.
It was in Dayton Ohio, back in the early 70's. He was damn good at
everything he did. If this catfish is him, honey, you were the BEST!
No, Wanda, this is the Catfish that shits his
pants.
Velociman [velociman@gmail.com]
Go fuck your self Kim, this may have been one of my great pieces of ass
when I was up North.
My bad. I suppose you could be both of those
guys.
velociman [velociman@gmail.com]
I've no interest in walking a mile in your shoes, Cat.
It's an old rule, but after age fifty, never trust a fart.
gerry
Oh mercy! Trust me sweetie if it had been me, you'd still remember it!
Somewhere there's a guy named Catfish that still has a smile on his
face!
Not only should you be glad you were at home, but you should be glad no one was there with you!
Oh lordy...I guess it was a good thing it wasn't snowing, eh?
Moogie [moogiesworld@gmail.com]
People who say they've NEVER shit their pants are goddam liars. Yeah, I've
had the squishy shoes, too, and I wasn't at home when I did it. I was
humiliated at the time, but it's funny to recollect now.
Acidman
With the big concern about cholesterol these days, and the dramatic upturn
in the consumption of hot oatmeal for breakfast, incidents of this nature
are likely to become an epidemic.
And if you eat Cheerios instead, you might as well carry a bucket with you wherever you go.
Yo Catfish! Been there done that.Several times. Night before last I got
into bed and began suqeezing off what I thought was a fart. WRONG!!! It was
very liquid and a drop or two escaped whilst I jumped out of bed (squeezing
my cheeks together)ripped my drawers in mid-stride and stumbled onto the
toilet and the rush began!!! A couple more Pounds per Sq In and I might
have attained Escape Velocity!
DaneBramage [sculkhan@hotmsil.com]
To shit my pants was not the bad thing yesterday, it was the cold weather
we have been having. I stood outside, in the cold, buck nekid, and hosed
off. My dick went way up in my belly and the head turned purple. Shit, I
was shitty and cold. And ladies, I got another one for you, my nipples were
so hard, than you could have picked your teeth with them. I out lived
yesterday, now I can live again to shit my pants many more times, before
they pack my ass with cotton, Cat.
why is all the states have diferrent law,s
if one state has guns we all
have guns.
if one state has death law,we all have the shot.
if one
state has child molesters. cut his dick off.
if one state has d.u.i.
third tmer,remove the car.
gary davis [gdavis11@wi.rr.com]
gary... uh.. WTF???!?!?!!
DaneBramage [sculkhan@hotmsil.com]
I'm still a few years shy of 50, so I've never shit my pants bad enough
that any of it to escape my undies, but here's what pisses me off. I get up
in the morning, take a shower, making sure to scrub my ass crack from one
end to the other, go all day long without even taking a shit, and when I
take my undies off to go to bed.....It looks like someone melted 4
Hershey's Kisses in the back of 'em. How did my ass leak that much just
from fartin'?? It's frustrating.
Homie the Clown [shorthose@hotmail.com]
I was on the expressway in rush hour traffic when it happened. Luckily it
was winter and I had on sweatpants (very absorbant) and a long padded
coat.
N. B. [nbeckm1187@aol.com]