Posted on November 11th, 2009 2:42pm by Tim Rogers
Filed under Animals
We’ve been here now a month, but the job of decorating the place is still under way. Today this showed up in the men’s bathroom.
9 comments
Er, Tim, that thing’s been in there for weeks. Get your eyes out of the gutter!
@ 3:07 pm on November 11, 2009
Tim, you must have a bladder the size of a bull shark. This has been in the men’s room for two weeks now.
@ 3:10 pm on November 11, 2009
“Yeah, that’s real fine expensive gear you brought out here, Mr. Hooper. ‘Course I don’t know what that bastard shark’s gonna do with it, might eat it I suppose. Seen one eat a rockin’ chair one time. Hey chieffy, next time you just ask me which line to pull, right?”
@ 3:17 pm on November 11, 2009
oops sorry…. b – - – - – -d shark
@ 3:18 pm on November 11, 2009
It’s way too high to be what I immediately thought of.
@ 3:22 pm on November 11, 2009
Did Demi Lovato put it there?
@ 3:23 pm on November 11, 2009
That might instill in me a particular brand of stage fright I haven’t felt since I last stood elbow to elbow in the granada theater restrooms.
@ 3:34 pm on November 11, 2009
Worst. Gloryhole. Ever.
@ 5:28 pm on November 11, 2009
I can’t think of anything that will hasten my urinary flow more than staring into a shark jaw. (BTW–Brandon, LOL!)
@ 10:05 am on November 12, 2009
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9 comments
Er, Tim, that thing’s been in there for weeks. Get your eyes out of the gutter!
Tim, you must have a bladder the size of a bull shark. This has been in the men’s room for two weeks now.
“Yeah, that’s real fine expensive gear you brought out here, Mr. Hooper. ‘Course I don’t know what that bastard shark’s gonna do with it, might eat it I suppose. Seen one eat a rockin’ chair one time. Hey chieffy, next time you just ask me which line to pull, right?”
oops sorry…. b – - – - – -d shark
It’s way too high to be what I immediately thought of.
Did Demi Lovato put it there?
That might instill in me a particular brand of stage fright I haven’t felt since I last stood elbow to elbow in the granada theater restrooms.
Worst. Gloryhole. Ever.
I can’t think of anything that will hasten my urinary flow more than staring into a shark jaw. (BTW–Brandon, LOL!)