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A few months ago I ate at a Chinese Restaurant in Paradise, California. It was about a 30 minute drive from there to my house. 25 minutes into the drive I REALLY started wondering if I was going to make it all the way home without shitting my pants.
I kept telling myself I was going to make it home. I drove as fast as I could. I finally made it to my driveway, which was 3/10ths of a mile long. About 30 feet into the driveway I decided I COULD NOT wait until I got home, even though I was less than a minute from my beloved private toilet.
I got out of the car dropped 'em, and sprayed Chinese food out my ass onto my driveway. I had to wipe with one of my socks.
I regretted eating at that restaurant.
(Hey, you asked. Do you regret asking?)
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