||Fuckin' Karel Jenczek, lemmee tell you about Karel Jenczek.
So this one time, right, me and Karel Jenczek are at my apartment, snorting meth and listening to Molly Hatchet (Yeah, I know it, 'Hatch rool!) and taking turns making out with his ex-wife's little sister, just having a blast, so Karel Jenczek gets up and stumbles off to the john.
So I don't think nothing of it it, right? So like later I get up to go have a piss and like wash the taste of Virginia Slims and retainer cement out of my mouth, and when I get to the crapper, there's like this HUGE TURD sitting there in toilet! Fuckin' thing was like the size of a goddamm hippopatomus! So I stomp back into the living room and pull that fucker off Kylee and drag him into the john to explain his little surprise.
I'm like: "WHAT, may I ask, THE FUCK?" He's like: "oh yeah, I forgot..."! So I'm like all having a coronary: "YOU FORGOT?!? DONT YOU FLUSH THE GODDAMN TOILET WHEN YOU'RE AT HOME?!"
He just mumbled something about how he's trying to save water and slunk on out of there, the little bastard. I'm never letting Karel Jenczek party at my place again, and if you know what's good for you, neither should you.