Scaterific92's Halftime Shit

Ahhh, it's something about that time of year that's magical to everyone. Nothing matches the energy generated by this event– the excitement, the suspense of the impending date, the anticipation of seeing the teams hit the football field. That's right EFRO Zone readers– I'm talking about the Super Bowl! Did your favorite team make it? My team didn't😒 I'm not gonna say which team it is, and I'm not withholding that kinda info because I'm embarrassed,but all I can tell you (because that would be disclosing my location) is that this team has had a couple of great Black quarterbacks but haven't returned to that kind of top team form since they locked horns with the Patriots.

And if your team didn't een make to either division championship game, are you really concerned with the SuperBowl at all? No! I was about as concerned with the game as a vegetarian is concerned with the chicken wings served at a tailgate. I'm concerned with everything else you smell in the air every winter time– the food! I couldn't even type that last sentence without thinking of wrapping my big lips around some Buffalo wings. Or stuffing a fork full of some baked mac & cheese, BBQ meatballs in my mouth… Yeah most people take time off of work to go to a Super Bowl party solely for the liquor & weed, my fat ass is usually posted up in the kitchen for the food.

And if that isn't greedy enough, anybody who watches the Super Bowl really only watches it for either the halftime show or the commercials. There's absolutely no harm in that. It's a free country (allegedly.) While my home team didn't even make the postseason nor shake its quarterback/nostalgia issues this year, Super Bowl LIX will live on forever in my heart not because of its halftime show but because of Scaterific92's halftime shit.

Most people videobomb a commercial or happen to attend the big game itself, but that's not how this particular toilet trip happened. (I personally would've loved if ShawnyBoo boo-booed up the women's public restroom full of steam and doo-doo butter.) Naw, her gut kicked in right as soon as the cheerleaders stepped onto the scrimmage lines. Let me pop off the marker cap top and break this play John Madden style:

She had the most infamous handful since Deflategate.

I felt horrible for the former ScatNat seeing the footage come up like this. I may not know what she's going through from experience, but having to catch the contents of your guts on the way to the bathroom is pretty much unprecedented in the scat realm. At least I don't have to romantically fantasize about what consistency the dookie is.

ScatNat targeted that bowl like it was the last yard during a 3rd down scramble.

I don't know if she has any sons or if those sons play sports, but if she does then they must hustle to get that pigskin to the markers like mama rushed to swing dat wagon of hers to the toilet bowl. The timing couldn't be more perfect with that piece of tissue slipping from between her cheeks. I'm ultimately impressed that Scaterific92 swooped down, sat and fired into the toilet in one swift rotation of the hip. There should be an episode of Sports Science dedicated to this bowel movement.

There definitely was a downpour in this Super Bowl.

Like I said, there was no guessing about the consistency of Nat's doo-doo. There were no chunks, no nuggets, not even a fart slipped out as she crashed into that toilet– nothing but straight water! Netflix doesn't stream as hard as her bootyhole did on that toilet seat. Nat could've bent over, shot Thanos with the force of her flying booty juice and sprayed the purple pigment off of him because the pressure was so strong!

Ya gotta keep pushing until the end.

With a normal shit, trying to wait out the rest of the remainder feels like a natural precautionary measure. When you have diarrhea this urgent tho, you gotta take extra measures to ensure that another gallon of piping hot liquid doesn't come spraying out after you get up. And there Scaterific92 is directly in front of the camera squeezing away at every inch of her intestines. It's almost as if her ass was dry-heaving. She made it through tho✊🏾

I honestly would hand Scaterific92 an Oozie for her performance, but I'm afraid she won't make it off the toilet to accept it.

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This almost-five minute video gave me a good mix of emotions while watching it. Scaterific92's Halftime Shit had me glued to the action once I saw this pretty plumper with a handful of booty soup and my eyeballs didn't leave the gorilla glass of my smartphone until the 4th minute and 56th second. Part of me believes that it was due to the suspense going on, but then again dat ass was front and center in one of my favorite camera angles of all time. That plush form of hers, the black top, black hat and wig hung out in the background while that phat ass damn-near smothered the foreground, spamming me with tiger stripes and cheetoh print stretchmarks. As usual, no Hollywood/JAV level theatrics are needed. A big and very beautiful pumper has a genuine emergency ready to fill her porcelain throne up with rush-processed stomach acid and her bathroom must be even more filled with the stink of food from the Super Bowl party. She's already made me a diarrhea lover with her preexisting body of work but Scaterific92's Halftime Shit made me yearn for more ass garden hosing. Knowing her, she'll have more…

KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN FOR ANOTHER HALFTIME SHIT SHOW 👀