So I'm at my girlfriends ultra-conservative Christian grandparents house who's screensaver is, "God is good" 's house for the first time yesterday. I've been dating her a year on the 7th of next month and I traveled all the way down to Michigan to see them and spend some time with her, I did see her other grandparents also but this is the other side.
Anyway, first impression, day went okay, until I feel the need to shit for the second time in 9 days. I tried to hold it the whole trip because I tend to clog toilets. Good fucking idea, Cole.
So, I go upstairs and drop a 10x3 inch log in their toilet and flush. What do you know, it goes down no problem. So after that test I shit some more, a lot more, and then wipe my ass vigorously because hey, their toilet can handle my shit for some reason.
What do you know, it didn't handle my log. Quite the opposite really... The fucking tank starts leaking water. But hey, it happens I'll keep flushing till it goes down because these assholes DONT HAVE A PLUNGER.
Me being smart, figure it's best not to have a first impression, "Hey I just shit like a rhino up stairs, can I carry the plunger past my girlfriend, her sister whom Ive just met, your wife and yourself? I mean I did jut take a HUGE fucking dump in your toilet"
An hour and a quarter later I don't let the water drain quite so far down enough and the water starts coming over the bowl (clean water besides toilet paper) and Fuck fuck fuck I can't make it stop. No worries, I'll just mop it up with their towel. And ill let the towel dry, they won't know...
*knock knock knock*
"Hey, Cole, are you in there?"
uhh, yeah, it's me.
"Are you having problems in there?"
Sort of, I'm not feeling too hot. *lie, what am I going to say, I took a hugggge shit in your toilet and now the bowl is over flowing?*
"Well, the kitchen is flooded, is the water going over the bowl?"
Uhh, no, well, it is coming out of the tank, I didn't notice that before. *as I'm frantically mopping the floor with the towel*
basically I lied and said I was sick which resulted in basically me being quarentined for a day.
I mopped up most, hid the towel, came back later took a shower and said I dropped it in the shower because there was no floor mat and I didn't want to get the floor wet.
Well, great impression.
Lesson learned: If you feel a big shit coming on, sneak outside and shit in the woods.
Fuck. Why the fuck didn't they have a Fucking plunger in the fucking BATHROOM?
- GF out
Anyway, first impression, day went okay, until I feel the need to shit for the second time in 9 days. I tried to hold it the whole trip because I tend to clog toilets. Good fucking idea, Cole.
So, I go upstairs and drop a 10x3 inch log in their toilet and flush. What do you know, it goes down no problem. So after that test I shit some more, a lot more, and then wipe my ass vigorously because hey, their toilet can handle my shit for some reason.
What do you know, it didn't handle my log. Quite the opposite really... The fucking tank starts leaking water. But hey, it happens I'll keep flushing till it goes down because these assholes DONT HAVE A PLUNGER.
Me being smart, figure it's best not to have a first impression, "Hey I just shit like a rhino up stairs, can I carry the plunger past my girlfriend, her sister whom Ive just met, your wife and yourself? I mean I did jut take a HUGE fucking dump in your toilet"
An hour and a quarter later I don't let the water drain quite so far down enough and the water starts coming over the bowl (clean water besides toilet paper) and Fuck fuck fuck I can't make it stop. No worries, I'll just mop it up with their towel. And ill let the towel dry, they won't know...
*knock knock knock*
"Hey, Cole, are you in there?"
uhh, yeah, it's me.
"Are you having problems in there?"
Sort of, I'm not feeling too hot. *lie, what am I going to say, I took a hugggge shit in your toilet and now the bowl is over flowing?*
"Well, the kitchen is flooded, is the water going over the bowl?"
Uhh, no, well, it is coming out of the tank, I didn't notice that before. *as I'm frantically mopping the floor with the towel*
basically I lied and said I was sick which resulted in basically me being quarentined for a day.
I mopped up most, hid the towel, came back later took a shower and said I dropped it in the shower because there was no floor mat and I didn't want to get the floor wet.
Well, great impression.
Lesson learned: If you feel a big shit coming on, sneak outside and shit in the woods.
Fuck. Why the fuck didn't they have a Fucking plunger in the fucking BATHROOM?
- GF out
