Bomb And Dash

When you have a huge putrid load to drop and you fear the aftermath of feral stench association, you lay your logs in a public bathroom and often blame the talent on an unsuspecting victim.

I was baking up a mad brownie dump during my date last night. I couldn't take that shit home; I had to bomb and dash the movie theater restrooms so Shirli wouldn't faint from fecal intoxication at my house.

Dude ...I totally bombed and dashed the Shell gas station. I dropped my kids at the pool and naturally I was pretty proud of my fresh porcelain artwork until I opened the door to the hottest chick waiting to use the John. I'm like "Watch your step in there ... some homeless man tore the place up before me"