Scrubsassin was cruisin down the dirt road

Scrubsassin was cruisin down the dirt road of Southern Indiana. He saw some sweet kneepads and took them. Then he turned the corner and saw rogues. Needless to say he got rekt.

Then Scrubsassin started to rage and scream and would not stop complaining, but later on he went all try hard sweaty nerd mode and got a gas mask and was some what happy.

Scrubsassin, being a scrub scrubbed the assasin's lavatory until it gleamed as much as it could: the assasin's also shat in the dark on a onyx throne with stealth flush n'er heard

And he called King Crimson for advice. Queen Crimson answered, "Oh, dear. Someone farted again. When the toilet hears that, it burbles. Or it used to. Mr. Plumber was on a house

call in a far away land and couldn't handle the farting. The toilet really hates farts. I wish Mr. Plumber wouldn't leave at such times, but I'm afraid there's no helping it."

I smiled sadly and pulled down my pants and sat squarely on golden plated toilet seat. Not everyday can I sit on my boss's golden toilet, so I decided to take a photo for memories,

The feeling was very strange. it left me speechless. but i loved it.

It was a most unusual sensation, hard to describe with mere words, so it was convenient that I was speechless. Suddenly

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