Wait a minute...Y'all just clicked on this chapter because y'all thought it was gonna be all about toilet bowls, right? Because if so, then you are one hundred percent false! No, no, today we gon witness our favorite threesome at the bowling alley. But(t), this is A Gay Ol' Time so obviously it's gonna have some toilet bowls in it, but(t), I'm gonna limit myself to talk about toilets for only 90% of this chapter. Ok, y'all have fun reading
Bolt and Rhino were just droppin' the Cosby kids off at the Hippie Hole (A/N: if any of y'all are from alabama, this is within an hours ride on horseback from my home with the charmin covered outhouse, y'all still won't be able to find me though so good luck :)) So after the Cosby kids got to the swimming hole, Bolt and Rhino got home and ran right for the toilet bowl.
"Hey Rhino" said Bolt.
"What up?" said Rhino.
"This toilet bowl just reminded me that we should go to Bowlmor Lanes," suggested Bolt.
"Yeah, I agree, we should sit on the bowl more," said Rhino.
"Well, yeah, but I was talking about going to the local bowling alley," said Bolt.
"Oh, ok. We can-" Rhino was cut off by the Agent and the 46 nuns busting through the door with their handmade grenades that are fueled with their explosive diarrhea instead of gunpowder.
"Don't mind if I do!" yelped the Agent and the 46 nuns. "Lets go sit on the bowl more, then go bowlmor at Bowlmor Lanes!" the Agent declared. So the gas gang all got in the butt mobile which conveniently had 49 toilets installed in it by the Agent.
"When were these extra 47 toilet seats installed?" asked Bolt.
"While you and Rhino were ripping ass the other day," said the Agent.
"Wait, so how did you know that you were going to need them for today," said Bolt.
"Oh, I just know that I can't hold in my shit for too long so I just installed them for worst case scenario, but I guess it just worked out," said the Agent.
"Um, Okay," Bolt said slowly. They arrived at the bowling alley after they all took dumps in the toilet bowl. They all whipped out their bowling balls made out of compacted shit. The Agent beat all of the top bowlers in the world, and when he was asked what his secret to winning, he replied: My shit.