tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60659952547059462792012-02-16T02:25:07.511-08:00******http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656271693734484390noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6065995254705946279.post-87926736503035850702008-02-25T21:51:00.000-08:002008-02-25T21:54:08.688-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><div>We're going on a first date.........</div><div> </div><div>Well actually, first rebound after getting canned by another useless ex-boyfriend.  My date had been my friend first, and basically someone I dished out some mental abuse to while getting back on my feet.  Somewhere in between me talking non stop about my ex-boyfriends he managed to get a word in and ask me out - I think... I'm not totally sure--I wasn't really listening.</div><div> </div><div>So we meet at his big old creepy empty and silent house to take the train down to a concert.  It was the first time we've hung out as more than friends and seeing as we were going to see some sweet sexual love making music, there was no doubt this was a first date. </div><div> </div><div>Its just me and him.  No TV, no music.  I gotta poop, and his bathroom was so close to where we were sitting hanging out, he mine as well have sat on my lap and wiped my ass.</div><div> </div><div>I'm going to cut to it here...I push so hard so I go so fast so this guy doesn't think I am growing a tail.  The cough during the plop is a given.  I flush and it DOES NOT go down....I jiggle the handle again, and again...but the toilet water gets high and is ready to overflow.  This toilet is fucking broken.  With my poop fingerprint in it.</div><div> </div><div>Clearly I wasn't going to ask him to help plunger my poop (that's my dad's job).  I only had one option.</div><div> </div><div>WINDOW.  I dug my hands in, pulled out the poop and threw it right out his bathroom window.  Then grabbed the poop stained toilet paper and threw it out the window too.</div><div> </div><div>Talk to me sister.  </div><div><br /></div><div>--Seana</div></span></div></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.statcounter.com/counter/counter_xhtml.js"></script><noscript><div class="statcounter"><a href="http://www.statcounter.com/" target="_blank"><img class="statcounter" src="http://c39.statcounter.com/3433413/0/15659503/0/" alt="website stats" /></a></div></noscript><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6065995254705946279-8792673650303585070?l=bluecollardreams-seana.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>******http://www.blogger.com/profile/10656271693734484390noreply@blogger.com0