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So I've tried everything I possibly can to contact the outside world. I need help. Last thing I remember I was dropping a deuce sipping a glass of merlot and reading nosleep.
Suddenly, I awoke in a room covered in my own poop. There was nothing but an old computer, six toilets and six rolls of toilet paper.
I turned on the computer and there was only one file on my desktop. It said "readme.txt". When i opened the file i was horrified by what I saw.
"Fill these toilets and you can go home."
But I just took a dump; I can't fill six toilets right now. What the fuck am I going to do?
I left the room and walked around town. The place was empty except for a Boston Market in the center of town. I went in and saw the hot ass chick working behind the counter. I ordered up a meatloaf sandwich and scarfed it down in one of the filthy booths. While I waited for the loaf to take effect I chatted up the broad. She was into me for sure.
When I felt the urge to squeeze out a lumpy loaf of my own, I headed back to the six toilets. One down, fuckers!
I continued back and forth from Boston Market and the toilets. Filling up, chatting to the broad, and, ultimately, filling five of the six toilets.
Upon my last visit to Boston Market the perky titted piece of ass behind the counter said she had a special treat prepared for me. The final meal she had left in the back: an extra stinky meatloaf market bowl stuffed with mac n cheese and corn. I admit: I was excited.
I scarffed that fucker down like a goddamn animal. Looking forward to filling that sixth bowl full of stinky brown chunks but the broad had another idea.
She said, "Hey, big-dick Willy (that's my given name btw) I have a serious scat fetish and am super horny right now. Please squat over me and ooze that steamy ass butter all over my big ol' titties?!"
I was in a tight spot here. On the one hand I had to fill that last bowl and get the hell out of this town; on the other hand, this chick was hot to trot. It was settled: she was going to get a huge chilidog.
I bent over her and let er rip. The dung was cascading over her ample boobs and coating her chest and belly.
That's when I awoke back in the room with the computer. I was once again covered in my own waste. I opened the .txt file and saw it again: "Fill these toilets and you can go home".
I ran back to Boston Market for fuel but it was GONE! No big tittied broad and NO MEATLOAF!!! I'm fucked guys, I need help. Any suggestions are greatly appreciated.
UPDATE: As I was wandering around this empty town I found an abandoned Taco Bell. Luckily, there were six meals sitting under the warming lights behind the counter. I just had a spicy "Dare Devil Loaded Griller" burrito. I'll let you know how it goes back at the toilets...
UPDATE 2: I think I fucked up. I should have taken nutsaq's advice below. I just wasn't planning on that buritto giving me such explosive diarrhea. Stupid! I should have known. Maybe I'll find a freezer back at Taco Bell. I just hope I have enough butt fuel to fill the rest of these bowls...
Credited to PoopymanV
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