i don't have a problem with toilet people ok, but i ABSOLUTELY DO NOT tolerate them coming into my country illegally. the word AMERICAN used to mean something, but now that the word includes uneducated, unambitious toilet-heads, it has about zero value. yeah ok, i get that we have the best toilets in the world, but that doesn't mean that they're free for everybody. IF YOU ALL WEREN'T SO LAZY YOU'D GO BACK HOME AND MAKE YOUR OWN BEST IN THE WORLD TOILETS RATHER THAN
LEECHING OFF OF GOOD AMERICAN TOILETS
YOU'VE GOT TOILETS IN YOUR OWN COUNTRY, LEAVE MINE ALONE!!!!!
i've lived on the brim of the bowl so to speak, for 2 3 or years. i only date women out of the toilet. people always ask me, do you pluck them from the chute because their easy or you feel bad. i honetly reply no i just like their dumps, I'm a Regular toilet Casanova, by the way down there they call me the scribbing bibbles, hit me up.. anyway i dont want to talk to you uless your not a toilit girl.
i don't know you anymore. white pride used to mean something to you, but it looks like that's gone down the shitter. you make me fucking sick.
here's... my story.
i was in love with a girl from the toilet for over four years. but our parents hated it. you could say it was a modern day "Romeo and Toiliet" if you like. i personally don't. it's still too hard for me. my parents just couldn't accept that she was from the Toilet. they hated her "potty mouth" (thats western trash talk, sort of like Mudblood) and they hated everything she flushed for. sometimes i would leave her with my parents when i went to dump. when i came back she would have scratches all over. and i never knew what was happening. she assured me nothing had gone on and uttered "skrib dibble-bibble koala" under her breath. i learned later this is a Toilet prayer meaning "forgive my dirty teeth talk i have no toothbrush". it's a metaphor asking for forgiveness.
her parents hated me too. they hated the western world for everything it had done to them. and rightly so. have you ever thought about what happens to a goldfish when you flush it? yep. it ends up in the toilet. it stinks of fish. real fishy smell. dead fish everywhere. i would frequently get dollars and LCD flatscreens thrown at me if i was caught anywhere near the toilet. i'd shout "Velma would be ashamed!" as i ran away. i've still got the scars on my kneecaps.
but our love was STRONG. and we ran away together. far away from the skubs, the bripples, the McDonalds. away from it all. and we were happy. we were broke for a while. since she was from the Toilet, she could only apply for menial jobs such as scrote scrubbing and live bait but we scraped by. heck, we even took a holiday on the Vengabus. but her parents eventually caught up to us, and dragged her back to the toilet. i tried to get her back but the Stench was too strong.
and then it happened. she managed to escape. she crawled out the sides of the bowl. and she ran. but she didn't get far. she was picked up by monica geller and was married off to her 14 sons. and i haven't heard from her since.
so let this be a message to you western cock jobbles. if you see a toilet or toilette in the street, give them a sock. throw them a bone. teach them how to pitch. don't look down on them because they've got dirty face. they're people too, just like you or me.
i miss you... Edna Skribapple...
great story. enjoy tuberculosis in hell with all you godless toilet friends