Poor Guy....
I arrived Wednesday morning to the BCC and head straight to the can. An older gentleman (in his 70's) gets up from a slot machine just ahead of me and slowly saunters towards the washroom as well.
All of a sudden his saunter turns to the walk/run of a penguin as we hit the entrance. To my horror he looks over his shoulder at me before dropping his drawers about two feet from the stall. I turned myself around towards the exit trying to save him and myself from the inevitable. Unfortunately I didn't get out in time. All I heard was the echo of an enormous shit splatter.
Every orifice on my body puckered up for atleast the next two hours.
All of a sudden his saunter turns to the walk/run of a penguin as we hit the entrance. To my horror he looks over his shoulder at me before dropping his drawers about two feet from the stall. I turned myself around towards the exit trying to save him and myself from the inevitable. Unfortunately I didn't get out in time. All I heard was the echo of an enormous shit splatter.
Every orifice on my body puckered up for atleast the next two hours.
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that Is just way beyond wrong!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
/g2
/g2
Sweet, too funny Greg!