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Gaunab
Feb 13, 2012
LUFTHANSA YOU FUCKING DICKWEASEL

Cream-of-Plenty posted:

The toilet was clogged. Again. A soupy mess--a thousand shades of brown--slowly climbed up the white ceramic bowl, leaving Bill to wonder where the high water mark would be. As he stood and watched with expressionless pig eyes, he was strangely reminded of his Aunt Esme and New Orleans.

She would always say "New Ohleeeens", and the voice now echoed in his head. He faintly wondered what she would do in this situation.

And then, as the bowl continued to fill with human filth, his mind roamed into darker areas. Of levies. Of Katrina. Walls of poo poo-water a hundred feet high, sweeping across the landscape and swallowing the world up. He could practically hear the water rushing in his head.

And then it was replaced with the sound of thick, chunky toilet water spilling onto the tile floor; gurgling and burbling and bubbling, as if suddenly possessed with a life of its own. And the stink--the stink invaded his nostrils and forced tears to his eyes. The boys had remarked that you could always stomach your own "brand" (or perhaps even savor it)...yet, standing there, he suddenly found it to be intolerable.

Bill inched back from the growing mess, but he never removed his gaze. New Ohleeeeeeens... Eventually he found himself standing in the doorway, hand on the knob, with almost the entire floor drowned in filth. He slowly closed the door.

On the way out, he passed by another closed bathroom door. He would have to figure out a new place to commit his shameful acts.

"Hey Bill," Hank greeted him when he stepped outside.

Bill let out a soft sigh and felt a smile come to his face. "Hey, fellas..." An Alamo Beer was pushed into his hand and he immediately cracked it open; a cold mist played across his fingers as he lifted the can to his mouth and began the day.

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Gaunab
Feb 13, 2012
LUFTHANSA YOU FUCKING DICKWEASEL

Cursed Lumberjack posted:

my favorite part of koth was realizing that cotton is even more of a liar than the show outright says. there's a picture in the background of a scene at some point that shows him coming back from the war standing up and with his legs fully intact

coupled with the few episodes where its revealed that he wasnt actually in areas where combat happened during the war it makes him look like a huge shitheel and his whole family knows he's bullshitting but says nothing because he's a psychotic and depressed old man who would probably murder them for calling him on it

You take that back. Cotton Hill is a goddamn hero who killed fiddy men.

Gaunab
Feb 13, 2012
LUFTHANSA YOU FUCKING DICKWEASEL

Cream-of-Plenty posted:

Imagine KoTH with "Hunk Hell" as the head of household, his wife "Piggy Hell", and son "Booby Hell". Wouldn't that be wild? And grandpa "Cuttin' Hell", and cousin "Looseass Hell".

No thanks

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