What time is it? I asked myself, as i struggled to open my eyes. I looked at the clock as it flashed 8:56. Holy batman i screamed out loud. I have 4 minutes to catch the bus. I jumped out of bed put on my jeans, and rummaged under my covers looking for my missing right sock. Utilizing the speed known only to Usain bolt
I hurdled out the door, skipping my bi-weekly morning ritual of brushing my teeth. I managed to catch the bus, and ride mostly problem free to school. As i got off the bus, and walking to the on campus store to by me some bubble gum, i felt something hit my left sleeve. I continued to walk a couple more steps, when i felt some foreign liquid run down my left hand. Glancing over i saw my jacket sleeve, covered in a massive bird shit. Glancing up i Saw this motherfucka
Cursing the bird to a life of things that eat dirt. I once again utilized the speed of Usain Bolt
a little slower this time, as i was a bit exhausted from my early endevours.
I ran to the bathroom gagging along the way. Thankfully it was a morning class so there weren't very many people. I managed to wipe away most of it, and stuck the jacket into my backpack.
I actually don't my instinct on any blog I click in is insta 5 stars before thinking, as I tend to only read blogs from people I like. I clearly have to work on that.
This was misleading as only the end of your story took place in the bathroom. This is not a bathroom blog. I was expecting some toilet tales to compare to.
Just the other day, i was sitting in one of the stalls at uni, when i heard the guy next to me trying to get toilet paper. By the sound he made i deduced that he was out of tp. So i took 2 squares of toilet paper and handed it to him underneath the stall, and told him to use his one wipe wisely.
On April 25 2014 06:49 MysteryMeat1 wrote: Just the other day, i was sitting in one of the stalls at uni, when i heard the guy next to me trying to get toilet paper. By the sound he made i deduced that he was out of tp. So i took 2 squares of toilet paper and handed it to him underneath the stall, and told him to use his one wipe wisely.
I have found myself lately doing weird stuff in the bathroom, just so i can have a story to tell.
Tears of joy
But seriously, give him more than 2 squares. That's not even a wipe. I need at least 5, 10 if it's a shitty brand. 2 is inhuman.
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