Jef told Cat and I to hit Kay's Coffee Shop. Good, Borders makes you pay for their internet. T-Mobile pay-as-you-browse can suck it. Kay's is a quaint, little coffee shop for everyone to show off their Mac computers and play obnoxious music that supposedly carries deep meanings.
The coffee was just as overpriced as the place we just left, and I certainly didn't taste the white chocolate in my drink as I was promised. My bladder reminded me of its existence, so I located the bathroom at breakneck speeds. The man at the counter smiled as I wizzed (heh) by. His job was done.
After closing AND locking the door, I tore off my pants and underwear like a sex starved school girl. After unleashing a waterfall of yellow, I hit the flush. That's when this whole event turned sour.
The toliet let loose the most horrifying sound my ears have had the displeasure of encountering. It's hard to describe something so foul, but I shall try: three school girls are being murdered slowly, a cat is howling in pain after being severed, and every ghost still screaming in pain from their previous death.
It's all that, condense and turned up to Alvin and the Chipmunk levels of squeeling.
The sound was pure, uncontainable evil. I felt like I needed to cry, because my life is coming to a premature end. I ran out, and scrambled to my seat. I didn't speak for a bit. Who would when their manhood was almost devoured by hell itself?
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