|"Inspector Todd, that's how big the tranny's butthole was!"|
My little brother was mocking my belief that women's buttholes are exclusively vestigial because they do not make poopies, so he texted me, "God. I can't wait for if and when you move in with a girl, and she gets explosive diarrhea. You can call me on that glorious day!"
So I wrote back, "I will. . . . Because I'll need a place to stay."