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!!!!
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.