PanterA
01-10-2005, 01:28 PM
Well just when I thought the new year would bring me better luck...
Alright, for the past week or so my stomach has been bothering me. A few cases of the runs, pains after eating, and gas gas gas, but as of late, I been feeling better. Now earlier this morning I had a slight episode of diarrhea, nothing major, but something.
So, I'm walking a new route today. One I haven't done before. I'm going through the route without any problems, when it hits me! HOLY SHIT! There's no hold it back, I have to get to the bathroom QUICK! I wanted to get back to my car and drive 85 mph back to the office and let loose, I wanted to get to a fast food restaurant and do the hover maneuver and paint the walls a chocolate brown, i wanted to get home and fall asleep on the bowl, i wanted to...but i couldn't. That's when I saw an old lady open her door to get her mail from the box. I did the clinching butt waddle towards her and begged to use her bathroom. I had no choice, it was either that or have people follow a mud trail around the rest of the route. The lady reluctantly let me in.
This ladies house was straight out of the 1950's. All the furniture was in perfect condition, but very old. The place looked like nothing has moved from its place for at least 30 years. I get in her bathroom and I don't even have time to look around, I barely had time to raise the seat. I just start tearing ass. I mean there were sounds coming out of me that I've never heard before. It was like the gates of hell opened up and released it's fury through my asshole. Of course this lady doesn't even have the TV on so I KNOW she can hear all this. At one point she asked if "everything was alright in there?". I said "Yeah, I'll be done in a minute." So, I finish up and the stink in there is just awful. I look around and there's no air freshiner, no matches, nothing...but one of those tiny bathroom windows. I open the window as far as it can open, which was about 4 fingers wide. I look in the mirror and told myself how much I hated me, open the door and left the house as fast as i can.
The worst part of it is that this route is open for the rest of the week, and I KNOW I'm the one that's going to have to do it. I'm going to see this lady tomorrow. She one of those types that waits up for the mailman at the door to get her mail. I KNOW. What the hell am I going to do tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that?
You couldn't give me a month Lord, not even a month....
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God Bless
<b>Dimebag Darryl Abbott
1966 - 2004</b></center><font color=white>
Alright, for the past week or so my stomach has been bothering me. A few cases of the runs, pains after eating, and gas gas gas, but as of late, I been feeling better. Now earlier this morning I had a slight episode of diarrhea, nothing major, but something.
So, I'm walking a new route today. One I haven't done before. I'm going through the route without any problems, when it hits me! HOLY SHIT! There's no hold it back, I have to get to the bathroom QUICK! I wanted to get back to my car and drive 85 mph back to the office and let loose, I wanted to get to a fast food restaurant and do the hover maneuver and paint the walls a chocolate brown, i wanted to get home and fall asleep on the bowl, i wanted to...but i couldn't. That's when I saw an old lady open her door to get her mail from the box. I did the clinching butt waddle towards her and begged to use her bathroom. I had no choice, it was either that or have people follow a mud trail around the rest of the route. The lady reluctantly let me in.
This ladies house was straight out of the 1950's. All the furniture was in perfect condition, but very old. The place looked like nothing has moved from its place for at least 30 years. I get in her bathroom and I don't even have time to look around, I barely had time to raise the seat. I just start tearing ass. I mean there were sounds coming out of me that I've never heard before. It was like the gates of hell opened up and released it's fury through my asshole. Of course this lady doesn't even have the TV on so I KNOW she can hear all this. At one point she asked if "everything was alright in there?". I said "Yeah, I'll be done in a minute." So, I finish up and the stink in there is just awful. I look around and there's no air freshiner, no matches, nothing...but one of those tiny bathroom windows. I open the window as far as it can open, which was about 4 fingers wide. I look in the mirror and told myself how much I hated me, open the door and left the house as fast as i can.
The worst part of it is that this route is open for the rest of the week, and I KNOW I'm the one that's going to have to do it. I'm going to see this lady tomorrow. She one of those types that waits up for the mailman at the door to get her mail. I KNOW. What the hell am I going to do tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that?
You couldn't give me a month Lord, not even a month....
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God Bless
<b>Dimebag Darryl Abbott
1966 - 2004</b></center><font color=white>