the tippecanoe mall
yea i went back to the mall today. holy geez. i was hoping to just go in, buy my sister some stuffs, and leave without incident. but, that wasn't the case.
as soon as i got to the mall i had to go number two. how aweful is that? i hate public restrooms, and especially when i have to sit on the throne. so i walk in there and i can hear two little boys talking in a stall. i look in the first stall (there were 3) and in the toilet, on the seat, and on the floor was a person's dinner. i've never seen anything so vile in my life. all of a sudden i no longer had to go #2. i guess that was a good thing.
so i walk back to where the urinals were and took a tinkle. it was probably my second longest pee pee ever. while i was peeing, one of the little boys (who was accompanying his brother) started to talk fightin words. he was callin me out.
"SHOW YOURSELF!"
"COME ON! I CAN TAKE YOU!"
"WHO ARE YOU!"
i just kept on peeing, and kept on listening. the kid gave up on picking a fight with me. he resumed conversation with his brother who was pooing. i know one of them was pooing, because i could hear it loud and clear. while makin doo doo, the boys played rock, paper, scissors.
this city is too much.
as soon as i got to the mall i had to go number two. how aweful is that? i hate public restrooms, and especially when i have to sit on the throne. so i walk in there and i can hear two little boys talking in a stall. i look in the first stall (there were 3) and in the toilet, on the seat, and on the floor was a person's dinner. i've never seen anything so vile in my life. all of a sudden i no longer had to go #2. i guess that was a good thing.
so i walk back to where the urinals were and took a tinkle. it was probably my second longest pee pee ever. while i was peeing, one of the little boys (who was accompanying his brother) started to talk fightin words. he was callin me out.
"SHOW YOURSELF!"
"COME ON! I CAN TAKE YOU!"
"WHO ARE YOU!"
i just kept on peeing, and kept on listening. the kid gave up on picking a fight with me. he resumed conversation with his brother who was pooing. i know one of them was pooing, because i could hear it loud and clear. while makin doo doo, the boys played rock, paper, scissors.
this city is too much.


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