If you cup your hand over your balloon knot and open and and close it rhythmically ( 🤌🏻🫴🏻🤌🏻🫴🏻🤌🏻🫴🏻) while you let 'er rip, you get a wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah sound.

Poopy pants!

Score your last bowel movement! I just got a 6.

Fecal transplant for the win!

Plenty of sugar cane is grown in the states, why are you getting your sugar from corn.

So sad

Seriously, it's only polite.

There's no indication on the local news yet. So here's your chance for a big scoop! It happened in an industrial part of town. As well as the normal emergency services I saw a helicopter circling the area.

Salto del pastor.

So I got my head scanned and lo and behold, fucking white matter lesions just superior to the claustrum in my frontal lobe. So that explains my executive dysfunction. Seeing as that can't be treated with ritts, what job should I do that doesn't require planning and organisation, but does pay the bills? I am not good at my current job and need to switch for my mental health.