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He grunted, squeezed, and pushed more intensely than he had ever done before. He felt as if he went super saiyan, reaching maximal powers with how hard he pushed this shit out. His ass sprayed the toilet, leaving no white marks in it. He then reached the end of this shit. He took upon the toilet paper to wipe, only to realize there was none. He was in one hell of a pickle here. He stood up, and went to flush. As he pressed the handle down, the turds began to spin in circles. He watched as they spun, but did not go down. He attempted to flush again, only for the turds to float higher. They came closer and closer to the top of the bowl, until they came out. That shitty water, those gigantic turds, all over the floor. He was fucked.
 
He tried to clean up, since he already had shit all over him, he tried to pick the turds up and put them in the sink to flow water over them until they crumbled enough to go down the drain. This plan failed as well, leaving shit all over the sink. He then went to just wash his hands and give up, only to realize it was all over his legs too. He thought he could just put his pants back on to cover it up, but forgot that literally ripped the fucking jeans! They were no longer wearable. He was left with no other option other than to concede and run. He had to get the fuck out of work. He was unsure if he should let his boss know of this unfortunate event, or just leave. He was stuck in this dilemma. He was lost, panicking, scared, alone, until…until... There was a knock on the bathroom door. “It's occupied,” he yelped at whomever it may be. The response was sinister, cold, straight forward, and quite possibly the darkest thing imaginable.
“It's occupied,” he yelped at whomever it may be. The response was sinister, cold, straight forward, and quite possibly the darkest thing imaginable.
 
“There's water on the floor out here, is everything ok?” The voice was one he had not heard yet. It had to be a customer. The realization hit, there were probably people waiting in the line, now people lined about the bathroom door. There was no escape! He made up his mind. He was to run. Faster than Usain Bolt in a dash, than Michael Phelps in a swim contest, and faster than the fucking Flash himself!
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When his body reached the facility to be examined, the examiners noted that he smelt as if he had been dead for days, they took wipes to wipe away some of the blood. As they wiped the blood, the shit came off with it. They then realized what we knew. It was shit that made him black. They zipped his body bag up, threw up, and casted his body into the oven. That smell was so fucking horrid, sight so fucking miserable, that they had to burn the body and forget about these events. What none of us saw coming though, is these events lead Tony to being patient zero for COVID-19. He had infected the entire United States of America in the blink of an eye, and the President refused to own the fact that a combination of shit and vomit caused COVID, so he blamed China for causing such a mess. Till this day, we are still haunted by the ghost of Tony and his shit with COVID. It kills many a day, and sickens more. The good news at the end of the day though, is the fact that we have a vaccine to combat it.
 
Get vaccinated fagsbitches!
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