As a loving father of 8 and an avid movie-goer, I do enjoy the guilty pleasure in a delectable take-away Chinese meal. However, the consequences I had to endure for hours on end after one dirty curry by far overpowered the 45 seconds of pleasure I experience guzzling the dish down my throat.
My asshole has withstood a fair amount of torture over the years, but never anything nearly as intense as squeezing a log the same dimension as my 4th child (Tim) out of my arse. The backup of blood and curry that had built up behind my monstrous shit was enough to crack the bowl of the throne I had chosen. My asshole had been stretched to the point it was looser than a wizards sleeve.
I don't know what you guys put in that curry, but you guys are doing God's work in there. Keep that shit coming. read more