Banzai Is Bored!
#8
Originally Posted by treceb' date='Dec 18 2003, 11:59 AM
do any of you guys make room for lunch??
how do you guys feel about restroom small talk??
how do you guys feel about restroom small talk??
#9
I just had lunch at this Mexican joint on the Wetst side of Frankfort called Casa Fiesta. I had chicken burritos, refried beans rice, and tons O' jalepenos. (not that you give a ***** but I am laying the ground work for one meanbowel movement)
So on the drive back I am feeling this Mexican Butt Bomb brewing. I don't know if I can make it back to my office before zero hour...
I pinch my **** long enough to get back in the middle of a black out becasue of the snow. So everyone is loitering in the hallways and of course milling around the bathrooms. I cannot negotiate with the colon at this point nor can I walk to another floor. I MUST DEFECATE!
I proceed to whoop that toilets *** like no one has ever whooped it before. The porcelain is screaming my name calling me Daddy! The whole time I am trying to be conscious of the seemingly millions in attendance right outside the door. So I am trying to drop this heinous anus rocket on the down low, real quiet like. So I flush then I let it rip... Flush-rip... Flush-rip... Flush rip for a good 4-5 cycles.
Then after breaking a sweat and popping blood vessels in my forhead! I have to make the walk of shame. I can only guess what they heard... So I walked to my office and shoot paper wads at my trash can like nothing happend. Not too much later the throng that HAD been in front of the bathroom was migrating elsewhere. I suppose the stench was too overpowering.
So on the drive back I am feeling this Mexican Butt Bomb brewing. I don't know if I can make it back to my office before zero hour...
I pinch my **** long enough to get back in the middle of a black out becasue of the snow. So everyone is loitering in the hallways and of course milling around the bathrooms. I cannot negotiate with the colon at this point nor can I walk to another floor. I MUST DEFECATE!
I proceed to whoop that toilets *** like no one has ever whooped it before. The porcelain is screaming my name calling me Daddy! The whole time I am trying to be conscious of the seemingly millions in attendance right outside the door. So I am trying to drop this heinous anus rocket on the down low, real quiet like. So I flush then I let it rip... Flush-rip... Flush-rip... Flush rip for a good 4-5 cycles.
Then after breaking a sweat and popping blood vessels in my forhead! I have to make the walk of shame. I can only guess what they heard... So I walked to my office and shoot paper wads at my trash can like nothing happend. Not too much later the throng that HAD been in front of the bathroom was migrating elsewhere. I suppose the stench was too overpowering.