Infinite poop. You sit on the toilet to poop, but the poop never stops coming out of your butt. You have to start flushing the toilet every two minutes to keep up. You try to pinch your butt closed but that makes your insides hurt. The poop accelerates. You call 911. The paramedics call for doctors. The doctors call for specialists. The story trends on Twitter. You turn down talk show appearances. Your septic tank fails. People form a cult. Your toilet is finished. Volunteers arrive with buckets and shovels. You are completely used to the smell. The poop accelerates. You are moved to a stepladder with a hole in the top step. The poop accelerates. The shovelers abandon the buckets and shovel directly out the window. The poop accelerates. A candlelight vigil forms around your house. One of the workers falls over and can’t free himself. The poop accelerates. A priest knocks over the stepladder and tackles you out the window. You land in the pile. The poop accelerates. The force now propels you forward and upward. Vigil goers grab at your legs. The poop ignites from their candles. The Facebook live event hits 1 million viewers. The poop accelerates. You are 30 feet in the air. The fire engulfs the vigil and your house. 60 feet. The poop accelerates. The torrent underneath you is deafening. 5 million Facebook live viewers. You try to close up shop but your butthole disintegrated long ago. 120 feet up. Your house explodes. The poop accelerates. 1000 feet. You are now tracked on radar. You try to change your angle of ascent but you should have thought of that way earlier. The poop accelerates. 4,000 feet. NORAD upgrades to DEFCON 3. Concentric circles of fire engulf your city. The poop accelerates. You have broken the sound barrier. 30,000 feet. You no longer take in enough oxygen to sustain consciousness. 60,000 feet. CNN is reporting on all the world records you’ve broken. 200,000 feet. You are no longer alive. The poop accelerates. Your body disintegrates but your poop contrail remains. NASA can no longer track you. You break the light-speed barrier and we can no longer bear witness. The poop accelerates. Forever.
AKA #2 on Taco Bell’s drive through menu
i dont know which one is worse
I’ll take “Me after rice and beans” for 500, Alex.
A modern copypasta classic of our time.
Here is the artists website
I was wondering if this was from pants pants
“Coming Out” from the artist “Taco Bell”
Shouldn’t this be in Lemmy Shitpost?
That raises an interesting terminological question. I’m not sure if its really a shitpost, but its definitely a meme.
The longer I look at this the funnier it gets.
I need more coffee.
The way he looks, it’s as if this is his typical mode of transportation.
That’s actually pretty stylish
Now let’s see that shit again. This time, in slow motion.
The new Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark looks sick
ASStronaut
This…is…glorious.
Kudos
This needs an accompanying limerick. This picture has a serious “Where the Sidewalk Ends” kind of feel to it.
Oooh can limericks be lemmy’s schtick like haikus are at the old place?
this image made me fart
