Well my family are Norweigan and French and I hate the general Irish drunken layabout person,yes they do exist,in abundance
The Vikings are one hell of a people, aren't they?
Here is an excerpt from Debussey's training log, this was posted yesterday:
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Arsehole rectum training part #1.
To improve its shitability, Debussey has decided to train its arse very hard.
The main training will be to pump turpentine into the ass, then make the shit in there mix with the organic solvent, then lit a match in front of the arse before shitting out all the solvent/shit soup in an instant (it makes a good dinner btw).
To ensure that maximum shit volume is obtained, Debussey supplements its efforts with laxatives to facilitate the shaiting.
Debussey wears eyeliner while doing this.
Rapport from shitting practice:
00:00: Debussey ingests a heroic dose of laxatives.
01:00: Debussey's arse starts making noises. Something wants to get out.
01:30: Debussey is struggling to hold in the emerging shit river, but wants to attain maximum shit volume.
01:45: Turpentine is added to the mixture by taking the tip of the turpentine bottle into the arse and squeezing the turpentine bottle so that the arsehole fills up with this organic solvent.
01:53: The pressure inside the arse is getting humongous! Debussey positions itself on the toilet in the "birth position" with a lit match 5 cm below its arsehole.-
01:55: KABOOOOOOOOM! The shit POURS put uncontrollably. The fire project fails as the soup just falls on the match and takes the flame out instead of creating a firestorm. The result is just a flammable shit soup on the floor. Very dissappointing.
01:58: To quench its thirst for anal joys, Debussey starts stuffing things up its arse. A lollipop, an ice cream, a spoon, a cell ohone, a speaker, a car wheel, a pair of pants, a bookshelf and a house are all objects that are stuffed up the arse and then shat out again for spinster strength and ass-weapon capability.
After this was done, Debussey went over to Duck and asked for some porridge. Duck was unfortunately in a bizarre mood and decided to cook soup of Debussey instead. When the water was getting almost too hot for DEbussey, Dong Dildo Cocksuker, the main doctor in the mental asylum stopped Duck and saved Debussey before it became too late. Duck was reprimanded, while Debussey was crying on the floor. What a terrible start on the rectum training project!
After this, Debussey decided to do some standing shoulder press with dumbells to beef up before going to McDonalds to get a big tasty burger. Unfortunately, the laxatives were still in action and Debussey's rectum sensitivity was busted + shit controlling mechanism = even more busted, and during the shoulder press exercise in the gym, the back of Debussey's pants grew by several cubic inches and 5 seconds later, brown shit soup with an organic solvent smell to it was running down the inside of the leg portion of the pants.
Debussey ran out of the gym and could not go to McDonalds due to the smell.
This will continue. New adventures of rectum training and shitsouop solvent fire projects and weaponization of the arse hole via flame thrower capabilities = coming.
MBZZZZZZ!
