Once I was at the apartment of this guy I really like, and he was
using the restroom when I really had to use the bathroom too. I
couldn't wait for him to finish, and I didn't know what to do, so I
just dropped my pants and crapped right there on the floor, and I
swear I was going to pick it up with a paper towel and throw it away,
but right then he came out of the bathroom. I threw a pillow over my
crap and hoped he wouldn't notice. Unfortunately he knew something
was up, so he picked up the pillow and there was my crap. He was
like, "What the Hell is this", and I was so scared that I just made
up this story. I said "Your dog just ran in here and pooped on the
floor, but I didn't want the dog to be embarrassed so I covered it
up." And he said "I don't have a dog, I think you're lying". And I'm
thinking gee what tipped you off. So he knew it was me, and he picked
up the poop and he threw it at me. So I said "I guess this means we
aren't having dinner?" So I had to leave covered in my own poop.
Oddly enough I did hear from him a few days later when he called to
ask if I would pay the bill for the carpet cleaning he had to have.
Then he asked out my twin sister, and told her the story. Now they
are getting married, and I have to be in the wedding, and they sent
me a diaper to wear under my dress. Oh my gosh, I wish I could die. - Anne |