You ever go to Taco Bell unplanned and unprotected and then you end up in the bathroom ready to cry?
Then you think of Elvis and you're praying to the toilet saints; the St. Bergara, if you will, that you will survive this one.
Behold, Saint Ryan of Arcadia, patron saint of all those who toil when they shit, the IBS hot girls and they/thems, and the he/hims who cannot stop themselves from making shit jokes.
May he watch over us in our times of need. Amen.
























