TRUE STORY #22
The Show Down in Stalls 1 and 3
(A Conclusion to Story #21)
I knew from the moment this lady came in, she'd hold out till one of us broke. It would be either her or me, but one of us was bound to leave first. Tensions grew as we sat anticipating the other's retreat...
Finally, the time came for one of us to do something. I made the first move. I wiped, flushed, blew my nose and left. As I washed my ands, I heard that weak sod flush to come out after me. she was a coward. She didn't have the guts to show her face, no, she waited till I left until she would exit. She who was too ashamed and afraid to let another know of the face of the one who pooped and did a courtesy flush ony to poop some more. Had she the guts to walk out the same time as me, I would call her my hero.
DID YOU KNOW....
Side note: There is an identical story to this I heard this year from this guy in punk writing. I give him mad ass props to that shit!!!
TO THAT GUY :
"YOU MY FRIEND ROCK THE BOWL!!!"
(Yah, I probably said that already but I really appreciate that and other poop stories told by others in class!!!)
ANYONE WHO TOLD A POOP STORY IN PUNK WRITING ROCKS THE BOWL!!!
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