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shadowrated (02/14/2012) [-] 
So when I went to Pennsylvania, I went to some Italian restaurant and ended up using its bathroom before I left. I was about 13 at the time. What happened there will haunt me forever.
In one of the stalls, someone had taken the lid off of the tank and put it on the seat. They had shit on the exact center of the lid, (it was one of those perfect, curly ones) and put a fork, knife, spoon, napkin, glass, and salt and pepper shakers around it, exactly how the tables were set in the restaurant. The glass was filled with some orangish liquid which I have never identified.
I stood there for a moment, taken aback by this meticulous setup. I jumped as I heard someone opening the door to the bathroom. I panicked and shut myself into said stall, locking it behind me. As the person's footsteps advanced towards me, I backed into the stall to hide my feet. That was one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made in my life.
I backed into the balanced toilet lid, knocking it off the toilet seat. The lid and all of its contents fell to the ground in a cacophony of of crashes, clinks, splashes, and tinkles, with a cry of "What the HELL?!?" from the man in the stall next to me.
The toilet lid, along with the glass, had shattered at my feet, laying in a puddle of that foul orange liquid. The salt and pepper shakers had rolled out of view, leaving trails of said liquid behind them. The shit had smeared on my pant leg, (my only pair of dress pants, which I was wearing for an event we had attended prior to this dinner) leaving a milk-chocolate colored stain. The silverware had, except for the knife, fallen into the toilet.
The ungodly racket had apparently attracted the manager of the place, who burst in and, after surveying the damage, pounded on my stall door and discovered me, standing there, with orange-stained socks and a shit-stained knee, surrounded in shattered porcelian, glass, and silverware.
My parents never looked at me the same.
In one of the stalls, someone had taken the lid off of the tank and put it on the seat. They had shit on the exact center of the lid, (it was one of those perfect, curly ones) and put a fork, knife, spoon, napkin, glass, and salt and pepper shakers around it, exactly how the tables were set in the restaurant. The glass was filled with some orangish liquid which I have never identified.
I stood there for a moment, taken aback by this meticulous setup. I jumped as I heard someone opening the door to the bathroom. I panicked and shut myself into said stall, locking it behind me. As the person's footsteps advanced towards me, I backed into the stall to hide my feet. That was one of the biggest mistakes I have ever made in my life.
I backed into the balanced toilet lid, knocking it off the toilet seat. The lid and all of its contents fell to the ground in a cacophony of of crashes, clinks, splashes, and tinkles, with a cry of "What the HELL?!?" from the man in the stall next to me.
The toilet lid, along with the glass, had shattered at my feet, laying in a puddle of that foul orange liquid. The salt and pepper shakers had rolled out of view, leaving trails of said liquid behind them. The shit had smeared on my pant leg, (my only pair of dress pants, which I was wearing for an event we had attended prior to this dinner) leaving a milk-chocolate colored stain. The silverware had, except for the knife, fallen into the toilet.
The ungodly racket had apparently attracted the manager of the place, who burst in and, after surveying the damage, pounded on my stall door and discovered me, standing there, with orange-stained socks and a shit-stained knee, surrounded in shattered porcelian, glass, and silverware.
My parents never looked at me the same.
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pokemasterbaker (02/14/2012) [-] **pokemasterbaker rolled a random image posted in comment #2 at Well, it follows logic ** MFW I read the bottom first expecting to see "tree fiddy"
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selectyour (02/14/2012) [-] Well, wouldn't that make you a retoaster?
Even if its your own content?
Even if its your own content?
