My girlfriend kissed my hand last night. What a gentleman, huh? ...No. She kissed my hand and all I could think of was, “I need my Purell!” What’s my deal? She holds my hand, looks at me and feels me pulling away a bit. She continues to stare at me and tries to draw my hand back in. Oh no sister! You are not kissing my hand again! I have this weird thing with anyone kissing my hand. (And no Madelene, no one else kisses my hand but you…) I always get myself into heaps of trouble with my big fat mouth.

So I open the door to stall #1… Unt-uh. There is no way I am parking my rear on that seat. It looked as though some girl pissed standing up. I am not kidding. Fine, I have two more doors to check.
Stall #2… You’ve got to be kidding. I know sometimes they throw in garbanzo beans into the antipasto appetizer, but I didn’t think it would show up “whole” in someone’s stool. Just lovely. I have one more door to swing open, and it’s the good ol’ handicap stall. (The one I should be using since I was three sheets to the wind here…)
Stall #3… Ah. Perfect. Nothing seems to be stirring in this stall. The handicap gals that dined here were some classy chickies. Great. So I continue to pull down my pants and proceed with draining these potent martinis down the loo. What the? All I felt was ~squish~… You ever hear of black ice? It’s there, but you just can’t see it? I ran into ‘black piss’. What’s wrong with women? I know, I know---levitate, levitate! But I’m tired, I’m drunk, and I need to sit and take a pee in peace. No. It never happens that way. Maybe if I didn’t close out restaurants and bars, I wouldn’t have this problem. Everything in moderation, right?
I get up, and my ass is soaking wet. The worst part about it was, there was only enough toilet paper for the ‘essential duties’ which I intended for. This? It was more like someone threw a bucket of piss on my backside. How the heck am I going to clean up? I had to think fast, because I'd been in the bathroom long enough for someone to check up on me.
I prayed. Yes…God helped me with this one. I prayed, and ran out with my slacks around my ankles and grabbed the paper towel that was dangling off the machine.
Shit! They only gave me enough to blow my nose with! I try to grab another one—but the machine had to wait a few seconds, because it only dispensed one sheet at a time when it detected your hand in front of it. Fricken technology sucks when you’re ass is hanging out for all to see--if someone were to walk in. How embarrassing! Still praying—I waved my hand in front of the high-tech dispenser a few times and got what I needed.
I cleaned up the best I could and walked back out to join my friends again. What happens when I sat back down in my chair?
~^Squish^~