Should i call this girl back she was SMOKIN HOT!
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Last summer I was dating this Korean girl, and for her birthday I was invited over to her parents house for dinner. Her mother served this pickled cabbage, man I thought this shit was great and ate like a ton of it, which her entire family thought was hilarious. By the end of the meal there are some very bad things going on in my lower abdominal region, like there is some kind of world cup soccer match going on in my ass. Politely I ask to be excused from the table and am shown where the bathroom is, like right off the dinning room. This sucks, who in their freaking right mind would put a f--king bathroom right next to a f--king dinning room? So I'm sitting on the bowl, hearing her parents talking and plates and glassing clanking and I feel like I'm at the dinner table sitting on the shitter. And I know that in a few seconds a tidal wave of explosive shit will launch out of my ass. Well I can't hold it in any longer and I let go. Man it sounded like a brass band and the smell I'm sure you could smell this from anywhere in the house let alone right outside the door of the bathroom. As I'm finishing I can hear like arguing and yelling, and I get real paranoid that maybe I've done something offensive, that perhaps I should have held it in, or shit in my pants you know something more socialy acceptable. So I get so freaking nervous I jump out the window and leave. I never called that girl and she never called me again.
Last summer I was dating this Korean girl, and for her birthday I was invited over to her parents house for dinner. Her mother served this pickled cabbage, man I thought this shit was great and ate like a ton of it, which her entire family thought was hilarious. By the end of the meal there are some very bad things going on in my lower abdominal region, like there is some kind of world cup soccer match going on in my ass. Politely I ask to be excused from the table and am shown where the bathroom is, like right off the dinning room. This sucks, who in their freaking right mind would put a f--king bathroom right next to a f--king dinning room? So I'm sitting on the bowl, hearing her parents talking and plates and glassing clanking and I feel like I'm at the dinner table sitting on the shitter. And I know that in a few seconds a tidal wave of explosive shit will launch out of my ass. Well I can't hold it in any longer and I let go. Man it sounded like a brass band and the smell I'm sure you could smell this from anywhere in the house let alone right outside the door of the bathroom. As I'm finishing I can hear like arguing and yelling, and I get real paranoid that maybe I've done something offensive, that perhaps I should have held it in, or shit in my pants you know something more socialy acceptable. So I get so freaking nervous I jump out the window and leave. I never called that girl and she never called me again.
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