The shit story

Because everybody loves a shit story right?

I started sleeping with this girl, say no more than 2 or 3 days, known her for less than 2-3 weeks.

One morning, I felt some gas in my tummy, so I did a little butt turn so I wouldn’t make a noise, and low and behold, I let out brown piss from my ass.

Obviously it stank like death, and so I rushed to the toilet (she was still asleep) for some wet toilet paper, and began silently scrubbing away.

She woke up suddenly and asked what was the smell, I haven’t disposed of the toilet paper yet, so I had to quickly brush it off brown stained paper off the bed and claimed that the rubbish truck just drove by.

Never a dull moment.

4 Responses to “The shit story”

  1. danielle Says:

    ah finally some life in this blog! welcome back

  2. bimbo Says:

    it’s cause you’re always so full of shite… true story…

  3. Kevin Says:

    hahahaha…

    Win!

    Kevin.

  4. george Says:

    HAHA
    we need more posts like these man!
    or more rants, whatever, just update!

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