I just went to the restroom, and saw something interesting. There was a random trail of raisin bran leading to the end stall. Said stall is nick-named the "poo stall", on account of the fact that it's out of the way, so it's where the girls go to, well...you know.
I'm strangely relieved that there weren't milk spills on the floor.
When In California...
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...never let the guy from *Boston* order your bachelor party cake.
Bummah.
*Thanks to Jerry F., who was the real stah of the pahty.*
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