They told me not to go in there

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You have not lived until you've been at Walmart after midnight on the weekend.

Creatures that seem to have crawled out from under a rock, speed by on a mobilized shopping cart with their fat asses sucking the seat deep within.

However, I quite enjoy people watching. So, going to Walmart after midnight became one of my hobbies. On this particular night, I went straight from work to my Friday night hangout. I had got some T-Bell for lunch earlier that day, and of course, it was starting to make itself known as soon as I walked in the store.

It was time to take the Browns to the SuperBowl.

I clutched my tummy in pain as I felt a turtle head poke out if it's shell. This was it. I slid into the bathroom entry so fast, I nearly slammed into a damn wall.

Walmart was bumping tonight, and of course, a line had formed to use the facilities. I groaned and noticed one stall open. I immediately took the opportunity and grabbed the stall door. Not my fault those assholes didn't notice a fucking open stall.

Just as I walked in the stall, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I gasped, pants around my buttcheeks which were clenched together to prevent leakage. "You don't wanna go in derr buddy."

I swear I've seen this guy on a map which pointed out sex offenders living in your area. "Fuck off." I mumbled, grabbing the stall door from him.

"I'm warning you, you don't wanna go in derr." The fuckhead continued.

At this point, my asscheeks felt like the New Orlean levees. I locked the door and plopped on the toilet. "Hey derr Bob, I'm only saying it one last time."

I closed my eyes in relief as firecrackers stared shooting out my ass. The feeling was orgasmic, and it went on forever. One the fireworks hushed down, I realized I was the only one in the bathroom. It was amazing.

I felt almost completely empty, and fully satisfied. And I realized what sexual harassment panda was warning me about. I should've listened.

There was no toilet paper.


Originally uploaded on September 23, 2014

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