EsophagealFeces
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I’m taking a load of cardboard to the dump today, and I get a call from my wife. “Who the fuck is sending you packages? There’s one from Primary Arms(gun parts), and another one from Derek Johnson. Who is that?” I proceed to tell her about who DJ is, while trying to distract her from the fact that I ordered gun parts.
I get home a while later to check out the goods, and I about fell over laughing when I saw the box addressed to “Mr. E. Feces, esq”.
Well played, sir. Well played.
I get home a while later to check out the goods, and I about fell over laughing when I saw the box addressed to “Mr. E. Feces, esq”.
Well played, sir. Well played.
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