you frothing toilet slaves are like little maggots clinging to every mound of mud you can find. You fill my inbox with bizarre, depraved questions and requests. Your sewer dick stiffens, wondering just how big my mound are, how smelly they get, how fully I could stuff you were you brave enough to sit under my throne. Here is your answer. My toilet is legitimately clogged. I have been making do, doing my business in the cafe bathroom, at a friend's apt, or in session. Well now I'm going to oblige your scum stained whimsy and go in the tub. No you can't see. But I wrap it up in a wee wee pad and... Show more