Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles... and my dump.

I'm taking a dump in the San Francisco airport, which means I'm one of a handful of people in this city using his butt for what it's intended.

Taking a dump with the door open. Good to be free.

After looking at this dump, I understand why they call it Black Friday... That doesn't really make any sense, but I like the sound of it.

I'm taking a big dump.

This dump would make the new Berserker Predator wince it smells so rotten.

I'm getting paid to take a dump. If I can stay in here 30 minutes, my dump pay will be $12.50.

This dump would even make the Predator cover his nose.

Squeezing one out. Dump style.

I'm pooping out of my butt as if I've just eaten in Cincy. Bungles will crumble. Steelers will rise.

I'm taking a dump the old fashioned way...

My turds looked like 3 Serrano peppers.

I just farted.

There is a difference between a beer dump and a dump beer. Guess which one I'm doing at 10 PM on a Friday night?

I ate tacos yesterday. Therefore, I name this dump "Willie Martinez".