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.
Who Cut The Cheese?
-
That's right, folks: the day you've been waiting for is finally here. All
those hours of planning, long nights of anticipation, and stockpiling of
Lactai...
No comments:
Post a Comment