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Ghastly explosion, toxic stew

It covered the walls, whatever will I do

The pressure was built, there was no escape

The diarrhea detonation was my ill fate

It covered the walls

I'm so sorry gas station manager

I just shat my pants

Right in front of my girlfriend

I can feel it running down my leg

Unto the carpet

It smells like the corpses of the black plague

Ran through a rocket of the challenger disaster

I stained my pants so bad it looks like Picasso

I should’ve never went to Taco Bell