Growing up, my house was the place to be, a nice 3 level house, with 2 bathrooms, one on the main floor, one on the second floor. The main living room was in the basement, my bedroom was the master suite on the top floor. Everyone would come over on the weekends after school, and I remember one particular weekend in particular. I had 3 or more buds over. The night was getting late, so I went to bed in my room, and everyone else crashed in the basement. When i woke up I found one of my friends laying down on the very nice couch in the Nice main floor living room. So I hit the bathroom, like i do every morning, only this time I used the main floor bathroom. I walk in and something is funny. The shower curtain was closed(when it was usually open) and to my dismay, there was poop spots all over the place, and a pair of paints and drawers in the shower. Apparently my friend now sleeping on the nice couch, had exploded in my bathroom, and even though he cleaned it up, I could only imagine the mess as he somehow missed the spots on the wall, shower curtain and ceiling in his clean up. We still dont let him live it down.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 05:24:52 +0000
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