So I ask out this girl. I take her to your typical downtown fancy restaraunt. I’m tall, blonde hair, very athletic, and am a medical doctor. Can’t go wrong.
Mid way through appetizers my stomach starts feeling bad. I make a few trips to the bathroom. On the third trip back my dates face is beet red. I ask her what’s wrong she says there’s a stream of toilet paper dangling from the back of your pants. I turn to find 4 feet of toilet paper, a veritible streamer, trailing me. Oh and everyone one in the place saw it. She excuses herself and doesn’t return.
My life sucks!!!!
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Don’t feel bad Chad, one time I came back to my date’s table with a little piss stain on my trousers. My date didn’t leave but she pretty much “checked out” after that. There was no second date.
that would have been funny to see, but things happen