Ok, so I couldn’t resist the obvious post title, but seriously, hiding in a Honey Bucket for a peep? Why not go to a strip club? Or pay a Hooker? Gross, I hope he catches giardia, e-coli, or gets methane gas poisoning from his little adventure into the depths human waste. On second thought maybe that is right where he belongs? This seems more like it had to be some frat dare gone bad or a re-creation of that scene in Trainspotting. Whatever, and whoever it was, you can bet the angry social media mob fed by Gawker won’t rest until he is found.
You Have Got to be Shitting Me!
By Appatomy | Published: June 22, 2011
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