The port-a-Jon poem

by Jack Nightengale   Jan 11, 2011


Here I sit in stink vapor,
Waiting on some toilet paper.
How much longer must I linger,
Before I'm forced to use my finger!

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  • 13 years ago

    by brownskin

    Lol!real funny

  • 13 years ago

    by Lost Innocence

    LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOOLOLOLOLLOLOLOLO......nice to know you still have a sence of humur :P

  • 13 years ago

    by Good Enough

    Eww gross lol

    really funny put a smile on my face :)

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