About the Creators

Jack "Porcelain Crusher" Berg
When he is not destroying bathrooms elsewhere, Jack resides at the University of Miami. Once considered to be a hindrance, Jack has embraced his lactose intolerance with open arms, and lots of baby wipes. He is going to be a pilot in the greatest Air Force in the world, his only concern pooping at 36,000 Feet. He won Mr. Universe and the Nathans hot dog eating contest in the same year. He is known as a mountain guide in the wildernerness of West Milford where he fought off a drunk naked teenager with a pillow and a cot. He has won the prestigious "rookie of the year" two years in a row at Club Weems. He regularly dines with Sean Connery and Bruce Willis.

G "That doesn't smell like mud" Money
Coming from a long line of destructive doodie makers, Gary is a legacy learner. He has inherited skills through DNA that most would kill for, posers have trained for years to try and duplicate his poo prowess and failed. They don't teach what he knows. He is currently a coach at a northeast college and when he isn't blowing up bathrooms he builds houses for the homeless, finds cures for constipation, and visits the nations capital, because he is that patriotic. Some of his notable achievements include being the 12-time World Champion of the annual Lavalette Bocce Tournament. He is also considered to be a Crabs Claw alcohol connoisseur and an asamble in the wine world. He once kicked Arnold Shwartzenegger in the balls for eating his cannolli.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Battle of the Turtle

Today from our blog we bring you a video about a troubling issue men often face.

It can strike you as you are working out, eating dinner, riding on a bus or in your car, possibly dancing as you try to squeeze out a fart in the crowd where nobody can blame the smell on you. We all have our own methods. Some choose to pinch their cheeks and hold it in. Others will wait until that perfect moment to let out an air biscuit hoping it will be silent and won't be enough to make them shit their pants.
But, sometimes, no matter how hard you try to postpone the turtle head that is trying to poke out, the turtle wins the battle. Panic sets in. "I just shit my pants", you say to yourself. Now...you look around and the hot lady standing next to you doesn't know and neither do the people around you, but you are left with a soiled pair of draws. Here comes the big finish...do you get to a bathroom, ditch the draws, and freeball it the rest of the night? What if your with a lady and you know you're going back to her place?
Do you want her to think you were freeballing it all night at the party? Or do you find the nearest elevator, door, or stairwell and get the hell out of there giving the victory to that damn turtle?!!

Post your opinions and let us know what you would do.

GM
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