When a gentleman has the urge to have someone take a steaming
dump on his chest but finds himself alone. He coils one on the shower
curtain, lies down in the bath while holding the curtain at an angle (angle should be adjusted according to consistency and clingability) allowing
the brown trout to slowly slide onto his chest
Olly: Jason, why the fuck is there a brown streak on the shower curtain?
Jason: It was the dog
Olly: The dog doesnt eat
cashew nuts
Jason: Sorry, I had a
solo rusty ventilator
Olly: Why didn't you just call me I've been touching cloth all day