True Story #55

Runs At Work

Well, the tea didn't end there. It's effects went on and on and on. I was blessed the following day with the runs. I was at work all day. Every two hours or so, I would leave my desk to take a shit. It would come out all good, but then there'd be that one last piece. You know what I mean, right? Like how everything comes out except for something the size of a dime and you're afraid if you wipe and leave it'll be stuck in your asshole prematurely coming out but not quite wanting to leave yet and the results will be unwanted skid marks? Or like you'll leave with it still there and the second you get up and leave, it decides it wants to come out finally so you hafta run back to the bathroom and you look like some kinda two trip dumbass? Well, I got that every time I went and I spent an extra couple of minutes on the can dealing with that and it was annoying. Most of the times I was in there were during high traffic times, i.e. morning when everyone is doing make up; lunch when everyone is getting ready to go/come back; right before going home, etc. etc. So predictable.

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