*sung to the tune of Jethro Tull's Aqualung
Sitting on the toilet.
Eyeing the toilet paper with bad intent..
Shit running down his legs.
Spincter feels like it was rammed by a tree....
Legs churning fast, as he runs to keep from logging.
His fingers ripped through the tp.....
Eric my friend, you can't pass that gas so easy.
It's warm and moist and known as brown-eyed tea....
I appologize, but this actually happened to a colleague of mine yesterday at work 
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