i got beat up and i cried so they peed on

i got beat up and i cried so they peed on me and it was bad sooooooooooooooooooooo i
i did what i do best and opened my mouth
to let the juice flow into it. i would like to share this glory with my partner that happend to be
busy in the toilet--sorry, loo--and thereby preoccupied. Every time without fail he uses the bathroom. And not just to wash his hands after eating, either. But I too felt the
wet spots on the toilet seat. Damn. I'd already sat. The floor reflected the ceiling lights. Wet. The toilet paper roll looked like a dog had chewed on it. I was trapped in the
unpopular place of just ignoring it, or moving. I chose the easy way out this time. Ignoring uncomfortable situations and acting like nothing happened was my forte. I refused to
acknowledge anything at all lest I should be forced into an uncomfortable situation. I became deeply entranced, even suppressing medulla functions. I would have died except for
hearing Bryan Adams' Everything I Do (I Do It For You) on the radio. The song was entrenched at the base of my cortex and partway into the chorus I came out of my trance and
chewed thoughtfully on my pickle, wondering what extremes I'd have to go to to rid myself of my earworms once and for all. All out of options, I simply started banging my head
to heavy metal music in order to shake the earworms out. The earworm community lodged a noise complaint. I was arrested by the earworm police and received 10 years hard labour.

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Zetawilk Nov 25 2012 @ 19:33

Man, first you get beat up in the public restroom, next thing you know another species is imposing its judicial force upon you.

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