This video is absolute torture. I couldn't even watch the whole thing...............and I have no life and nothing to do so you know it's booooooorrrrrring.
I noticed that the related advertising for this clip (top right of the screen) has three listings for OCD treatment and diagnosis, and one for FART videos. Is there a correlation here that I'm missing?
This is to the guy who delivered my futon and left a shocking surprise for me in my bathroom that to this day still haunts the inner recesses of my mind and has even resulted in slight Post-Traumatic Stress symptoms each time I walk into that room.
The day you came over to deliver and assemble my futon started as any other day. When I greeted you in the lobby of my apartment building and you immediately asked where the nearest bathroom was, did I judge you? No, we've all experienced a sense of urgency when nature calls, so I thought nothing of your predicament, and I showed you up to my apartment whereupon you immediately ran into the bathroom and shut the door.
Again, I thought nothing of this, afterall I've made the odd dash to the bathroom on occasion myself. I've even had to kick my cat out of his litter box so I could take a squat one night when I'd had a bad piece of tuna at my favorite restaurant, so believe me, I was sympathetic at first.
As I waited in the living room for you I tried in vain to ignore the loud ass-splashing sounds that were eminating from my freshly cleaned bathroom. I started mentally calculating how many Scrubbing Bubbles toilet wand pads I'd need to sanitize my toilet the moment you left.
Each grunt, groan and spashing sound of you taking a monster dump added another scrubbing pad to the tally going on in my head.
After you came out and started assembling my futon, we actually had a nice conversation and even a few laughs and all was going well until you asked what that can was on top of my TV. I brought the can of Febreeze over to show you and to my astonishment you proceeded to stand up and Febreeze your crotch?! I've heard of feminine deodorant spay, and had you been a female I might have understood, but this was a little weird even for me, but again I said nothing other than give a nervous giggle. Maybe this was your way of washing up after a dump? I personally use soap and water but I thought hey, whatever blows your hair back, right?
With the futon assembled and you on your way, I decided to tackle my bathroom, and after scrubbing the toilet and turning on the fan, things were shaping up quite nicely. That was of course until I washed my hands and happened to glance over in the corner of my bathroom counter and saw a wet, balled up washcloth, that had by the way, been neatly hung up and had never been used. I was curious as to why it was so wet? Surely if you wanted to dry your hands you could have done so on the hand towel provided on the counter.
Imagine my shock and horror when I picked up the wash cloth and it opened up to reveal nasty ass skid marks from your ass! You wiped your ASS on my TOWEL and then left it on the counter, not even bothering to rinse it out!
For fuck's sake, if you're at someone's home and you have the Hershey squirts, for God's sake man, grab some toilet paper, hold it under the faucet, put some soap on it, wash your stank butt, then flush it down the toilet, its not that complicated to do. The toilet is not often far from the sink, and in my apartment you can reach the faucet while sitting on the toilet.
Might I suggest this solution to you the next time you venture into an unsuspecting person's home on a day in which you have to shit like a goose.
Cidd, you have a fertile imagination, much like Cleveland and Adolf. Very much like, I should add.
As far as the video, I can't decide it if was retarded or brilliant. I'm just not that great of an artistic critic I guess. There was a moment or two when I felt real empathy, and the next moment I thought, they are idiots. If that is what they were going for, the clip was a success.
Cidd, you unoriginal twit; Do you spend your entire on-line time looking for crap to copy/paste? Be a phony somewhere else... http://tinyurl.com/2d7zcn
A "employee" and I, during the hot summertime, were finishing up a bathroom gut out and remod..it was completely done actually, just there for the check..when my "employee" said "got to use the bathroom". He had a Popsicle handed to him seconds before and off he went, Popsicle and all, a minute later, I heard him cussing in there, curious (thinking something went wrong with the toilet water line or something) I said "what's up?" He opens the door and said "oh man I've had a problem"...which went like this...
He was standing there, admiring the brand new fuzzy seat and tank cover, matching hand towels, color coordinated to the tissues, toilet paper, and shower curtain. Then, while peeing the popsicle in his mouth popped out, terrified of it falling on the new matching throw rugs, he did sort of a juggling act with it and did a nice recovery, unfortunately he also peed all over the place! I mean soaked the tissues, the toilet paper, the towels the fuzzy stuff, he hosed the place down! Talk about someone whose priorities are messed up!
But...he cleaned it up at least! (he no longer works for me)
Damit, they smashed my address post thingy, nocked the snow I just plowed back into the driveway, f'ed-up a nice black walnut...damn state boys are aleady here!
fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Fuck you. I'm sorry folks but this one hit too close to home, I'm fucking outta here..........good fuckin' night y'all!
That looks a bit harsh...let me explain...I have a mother that suffers from ocd sooo that should explain it. I'm terrified that I have it too. Which I confirm by posting on this site....awwww crap. Thanks to all off you for putting up with me......Lots of love....goodbye!
Riz, my grandmother had it too. No one else in the family does. Gram was never formally diagnosed, but with the stuff she always did, no doubt that's what she had. She had it way back before anyone even heard the words for it. We were all just used to it, and didn't pay much attention to it. It's just the way she was.
You are very sweet....thanks. And again, I'm gonna cut out the nasty words. They aren't necessary and I apologize to all who have put up with them. I'm really not the way I sometimes make myself appear. I'll do my best to just be me without the drama. Although there are no holds barred if I think I've come up with something funny.
In addition to my being in the psychopathology field, my roommate has a mild case of OCD as well. It really isn't that bad, unless it completely consumes your life. But there are ways of suppressing or completely eliminating it's effects: 1. drugs 2. behavioral therapy
So sorry to hear about your mom. OCD can be as hard on the family as it is the person who has it. Please don't go... I was on here awhile back... and you were exceedingly kind.
OCD.....not sure if Randal is OCD or not. He is constantly digging his tighty whities outta his ass (which is an upgrade from his Scooby-Doo underroo's. Well I won't say their his. Actually any little boys underwear drawer that he can steal them from. What am I talking about he doesn't go for the clean ones. Likes the dirty ones to wear on his head, before he wears them) I haven't figured out if its OCD or funky hygiene with bizarre tendencies.
You name yourself after a dirty feminine cleanser and then pick on Randal? If randal is OCD... it's only because he constantly proves he has... what's the word, you probably don't know... oh yeah.... C-L-A-S-S.
Ohh yeah........A classy Southern woman can chew tobacco and perform fellatio at the same time. Of course, she must be able to spit and swallow at the same time.
BTW The douchebag itself is less funky than the used douche fluid........
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