The Daily Poop

The only thing worse than the Latvian Menace...Telemarketers. But As usual I have solved the problem. Apparently When you tell them that the only way you will give them money is if they talk dirty to you because you are frantically masturbating, and you wouldn't have even answered the phone except that you already had the cord wrapped around your neck, they hang right up. Who woulda thunk it? Now I realize that the Franciscan Brothers need all the money they can get their hands on but come on...Timing man. Thank god for auto erotic asphixiation...

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