catreaper
Master Baiter
- Joined
- Feb 16, 2021
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Italian restaurant, there was a father of four boys in his Army fatigues in there with several sons. I hadn’t eaten grease in a long time and the deep fried bread hit my bowels like a bowling ball. I’m pretty sure I had tears at one point when he told his third son in a row he could go to the stall next. I looked around for alternatives but there were none.
I held on and clinched like a champ amd when it was finally my turn, it sounded like a fist full of pebbles being thrown in a muddy creek. I apologized to the next guy in line but I’m pretty sure everyone was judging me on my way out.
I held on and clinched like a champ amd when it was finally my turn, it sounded like a fist full of pebbles being thrown in a muddy creek. I apologized to the next guy in line but I’m pretty sure everyone was judging me on my way out.