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My friend started the conversation and I was listening. We chat and chat.
I felt like my bladder was about to burst, so I had to hurry. I got up, told my friend that I'll be back, and rushed to the restroom.
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I tried to hurry, but the faster I went, the closer I was on wetting my pants.
I pushed the door open with my hands and
Shit! Shit everywhere! Shit on the toilet, shit on the walls, shit on the floor, and shit on the sink. The shit looked smudged and it appeared in many different colors. Brown. Red. Green. Black?
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So, I went back to the restaurant, running everywhere with my mouth covered and cheeks fully blown. I was trying my hardest to not let out the vomit or I'll give the janitors extra work. No fucking trash can! This is some chicken shit!
I quickly rushed out the restaurant. Looking all of my surroundings for a trash can! Nothing! Where's a fucking trash can when you need one! I crossed the street and back to the building where I work. I found a trash can next to a few seats. Quickly rushed over there and let everything out that I had for lunch! My mouth felt soggy and I could almost taste my own vomit! I
So anyway, I don't trust public restrooms anymore! You never know what horrors lay within them.
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