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So there I am. Squirming my legs like a Penguin. The washroom is my only destination.

I open the door and hear those charming words.(OH GOD! ***FART splush, splat.)

From the sounds of that if sounded like, the s**t floe out of him so hard that it parted the toilet water on the way down and hit the seramic toilet. Probably ruined it's integrity.

At this point my urge to go was gone. Shock was my only emotion at this point. Then the Calyptrate makes his appreance. This Massive Jaba the Hut type human....If you can call it that. Makes his way out of the can.

His stunning 86 inch waste line is not to be reckoned with. His belt is screaming as you can see the threads of leather tearing ever so slightly.
It's like the Black Hole theory, defies the laws of physics.

As he waddles towards me I hear a very faint "HEHEHEHEHE"

This could ony mean one thing. The ******** broke the toilet. Damn him.

But just then my luck turn for the best. A new guy walks in and needs to use the can more then me. I look at him straight in the eye's and say
"It looks like you need this more then me. You go head."

Not thinking who walked out of the can he passes me and gestures a thanks.

In my mind the only thing I can say is "No thank You."

I make it 4 feet from the door when I hear "GOD DAMN!"

I called it right. The Fat ******** Broke the Toilet.