Back...yes, after being gone for so long. Anyways, time for some new posts.
So I went to dinner with one of my friends. Cute smile, beautiful green eyes. Where was I? Oh yeah...so dinner is over and she needs to use the restroom. Why do women have such small bladders? Seriously, they're peeing like every 15 minutes!!! Forget stomach stappling, there should be bladder expanding surgery....maybe that's excessive.
So she heads to the ladies room and I'm waiting at the table. Ten minutes later and I'm still waiting at the table...where is this girl? Maybe she's doing a number 2?.....ewwwwwwww.....Five more minutes, she finally returns, and looks exasperated.
"Are you ok?", I ask. She looks frustrated and decides to recount what happened in the bathroom.
She went in, closed the door. Tinkled...I just said tinkle...sad... Got up and tried to leave. The door wouldn't open. She pushed and pushed and the door wouldn't open. Try as she might to move the might wooden bathroom door, it would not budge. Approaching tears she reached for her cell phone to call for help...but alas...no signal. Angered and panicked she pushed again, and pushed again, and pushed again....until she decided to pull....and the door swung open.
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i hate moments like these! thats why i always just leave the stall doors open.
That's just horrible. Let me guess, she's not a computer tech by trade.
I hope the pillow talk was better than the dinner conversation...
How many times do I have to tell you about those Damn Blondes????? One day you will learn!
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