Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sometimes... Shit Happens. I wave my phone in front of Stan�s face. I show him a very blurry photo of something that I could tell him was just about anything I could think of and I wouldn�t be wrong� �So I go to the bathroom, and, and, like I line up all those paper towels on the toilet seat, you know, get the seat clean and comfortable for my European butt. So I finish my peeing business, and I get up to flush� and I see this thing next to the toilet, I mean check this SHIT, literally, out!� I shake the phone to make the photo appear again, �I mean�. This pebble� this rather large pebble on the floor� clearly� I mean. So I�m speechless, so I bend down, and try to take a picture for you, and someone walks in, and that�s when the shutter goes off, so I rush up, quickly wash my hands and run off. I mean, what did the person think? Not only was I on the floor in the bathroom, but also taking pictures of something in the stall?? Was I taking photos of myself?! But anyway�. My point is, how does it� how do you not make it to the toilet to poop? How does, how in the world, does part of your poop fly out of the ass onto the floor?? How do you NOT notice this?� I shake my head and walk away. Stan shakes his head because those two minutes of his life he spent on listening to my shitty, literally, rant just went down the toilet. 12:37 a.m. - August 30, 2010 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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