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In response to the post turn comment by Elias Vict regarding bathroom related travesties I present to you a comment turn post by none other than Miss Eyunta.  Miss Eyunta is a buxom  babe who lives for nothing more than filling her gaping maw with mucousy piles of debaucherous tripe on a weekly basis.  Look forward to more to come from this Grunta Squad Elite member in the near future…

1. Miss Eyunta said,

   on April 17th, 2007 at 3:08 pm

   Logging is a sacred quest and the environment in which it takes place must be a safe haven for all participants. It may surprise those of male gender to learn the women also crave and desire such an environment for dire times. At a school in the city, we’ll call “anonymous”, there was a faint rumor of a safe haven tucked away in the farthest reaches of, ironically enough also called “the C-Building”.One afternoon, facing a full day of classes ahead of me I recalled the rumor of a logging vestibule containing a trick door that unless venturing in the unknown was your forte, one would never know of its existence behind the mystery door. I set out in search of the deserted oasis. Once I realized the rumors were true, and my urges were at the point of no return, I proceeded anxiously. But, as I opened the secondary door, I became witness to one of the most horrid, meat spewing sites ever to befall my eyes. The beast was large, he was in a full bend of reaching for wiping his crusty crack. Sounds were exhausting, smells were putrid and the vision was intense. I recoiled in utter internal hysteria, slipping out the door without the beast (recognized as the campus security guard) ever taking his focus off his vile colon explosion, that clearly required ass scouring. What I once thought was an irreversible process in my bowels had stopped dead in its tracks. I never had the guts to risk a chance encounter of such horror in uncharted bathroom territory for the rest of my school career.