Got a text from my buddy earlier tonight...
(209): What kinda teen wolf shit is this? I either work with a viking or chewbacca. Come on man. Get it together.
Can any man tell me who the fuck would leave some shit like this in a goddamn urinal?!
Two words: Weed Whacker
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Less concerned about the huge ball of pubs, but worried about whether this person is pissing razor blades?? The color of the urine is pretty unsettling.
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