If this story is really true, my ass shall never step foot in the town of Port Of Sweet Grass, Montana (literally), for fear that I may succumb to some sort of death penalty (by gas chamber…*rimshot*). Lord knows I’ve claimed many porcelain victims in my quest for ultimate flushery.
I do have some things to say to the folks of that town:
- Have some dignity and get some real fucking toilets, ones that suck the air out of the room so fast they take the hair off your genitals.
- Did you really expect a town with that name to not witness flocks of stoned masses decending upon it, thinking they’ve found the holy grail of all ganjadom?
