A Psycho Bowl is when you fill half a bowl with cigarette tobacco and the and the rest with dank, take ambien and have a extremely expansive visual experience.
But this may come with some memory loss fro the experience.
1: what happened last night?
2: You took a few psycho bowls and 5 bolts, you spent the night yelling in your room.
In Virginia. Once a year during football season, liberty high school and fauquier high school will have a football game. Liberty usually wins
Hey man are you going to the bird bowl on Friday
Nah but I bet liberty is gonna win
to have a school run event ruined by a few faggots that decide to get totally wasted by bringing alcohol in water bottles.
those girls were carried out of the bathroom after bottle bowling, then the little idiots thought giving them a cheeseburger would solve all.
An unrelenting morsel of fecal matter that refuses to loosen it's death grip on the toilet bowl's porcelain surface. It laughs in the face of repetitive flushing. Attempts to cleanse it via targeted urination are futile at best. It is a testament to the resilience of a well-formed stool. It is a beacon of undigested hope in an otherwise dark cave of despair. It is clingy, yet capable. It is...the bowl barnacle.
Just when she thought that she had readied their lavish Milwaukee loft for company, she discovered that her husband, after eating a bag of cheese curds, had left a large bowl barnacle in the guest bathroom toilet.
An unrelenting morsel of fecal matter that refuses to loosen it's death grip on the toilet bowl's porcelain surface. It laughs in the face of repetitive flushing. Attempts to cleanse it via targeted urination are futile at best. It is a testament to the resilience of a well-formed stool. It is a beacon of undigested hope in an otherwise dark cave of despair. It is clingy, yet capable. It is...the bowl barnacle.
Just when Shehla thought that she had readied the house for company, she discovered that her husband Krisen, after eating a bag of cheese curds, had left a large bowl barnacle in the guest bathroom toilet.
An unrelenting morsel of fecal matter that refuses to loosen it's death grip on the toilet bowl's porcelain surface. It laughs in the face of repetitive flushing. Attempts to cleanse it via targeted urination are futile at best. It is a testament to the resilience of a well-formed stool. It is a beacon of undigested hope in an otherwise dark cave of despair. It is clingy, yet capable. It is...the bowl barnacle.
Just when Shehla thought she had readied the house for company, she discovered a large bowl barnacle left by her husband, Krisen in the guest bathroom.