beyond belief
really quickly for those who want the up-to-date status on my bathroom antics.
so i went to my 3rd floor bathroom to crap, and i go into my normal stall, the handicap one, and there's poop on the seat. not a lot, but a smearful. and i'm thinking the splatter monster has struck again. i almost vomited right there, but then i kept it in as i never want to be accused as a vomitter.
i'm a vomittee, baby.
saga continues...
so then i go to the next stall, and there's toilet paper in the bowl, piled high in the water up to seat level. i'm thinking, this is clogged and i don't want my asshole to touch this damn tp-water-tp.
and so i go to option number 3, the final stall. and there's piss on the seat. this is all at like 10:30 in the morning. what the fuck mates.
so i considered taking a shit in the urinal, freshman year markley style. but i thought it might not be appropriate if my boss walks in with my ass hovering over the urinal.
that's it!
posted by fillshe @ 10:59 AM
2 Comments:
i took a shit upstairs.
i fucking floor jumped.
digga digga digga (in the fashion of level 2, music from the underground level).
also what kind of moron slides down a flag pole on a regular basis. people should be all about sitting on flag poles instead. and be a flag-pole-sitta. and have some one-hit-wonder. and use a lot of d-a-s-h-e-s.
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