Dussicar
2nd Level Green Feather
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No, this is not a riddle or joke.
Last saturday, my friend and I got wrecked and decided to order chinese food. We made the call and told them we wanted to pick it up from the resteraunt. It was the perfect opportunity for a nice drunken road trip.
Anyway, we made it downtown without any incident and entered the "establishment." While our order was being prepared I asked the head waiter if I could use their facilities. He directed me to a staircase that lead to their basement (this was not really an eating establishment so much as an order/pick up depot).
So, I headed downstairs using my lighter to guide my way in the dark to their lavatory, as they had no lights on in the basement. I sat down on the toilet only to find it saturated with " wet liquid of an unknown type." I did what little business I could muster and tried to wash up after (there was neither any soap or paper towels and only a few inches of toilet paper). I ended up rubbing my damp buttcheeks against the wall in drunken desperation to avoid gangrene or some shit like that...I already thouroughly wiped with what little paper I had before hand so, no, I didn't do what you are thinking...Just my buttcheeks on the wall to get rid of that unknown "moist" feeling.
Here I am, a week later and still hemming and hawing about whether I should go get a blood test just to make sure I didn't contract the new and latest super-virus.
I am not exactly very pro-active when it comes to my own well being, so I need you-the members of the TMF- to list as many diseases a person can contract as possible from sitting on a toilet seat to invigorate me to actually show a sense of self preservation in this matter and get a bona-fied blood test...Or...In other words, there might be a day when I actually attend NEST. You will inadvertantly shake my hand...Then were will you be?
Cleanse Dussicar before he spreads!
Last saturday, my friend and I got wrecked and decided to order chinese food. We made the call and told them we wanted to pick it up from the resteraunt. It was the perfect opportunity for a nice drunken road trip.
Anyway, we made it downtown without any incident and entered the "establishment." While our order was being prepared I asked the head waiter if I could use their facilities. He directed me to a staircase that lead to their basement (this was not really an eating establishment so much as an order/pick up depot).
So, I headed downstairs using my lighter to guide my way in the dark to their lavatory, as they had no lights on in the basement. I sat down on the toilet only to find it saturated with " wet liquid of an unknown type." I did what little business I could muster and tried to wash up after (there was neither any soap or paper towels and only a few inches of toilet paper). I ended up rubbing my damp buttcheeks against the wall in drunken desperation to avoid gangrene or some shit like that...I already thouroughly wiped with what little paper I had before hand so, no, I didn't do what you are thinking...Just my buttcheeks on the wall to get rid of that unknown "moist" feeling.
Here I am, a week later and still hemming and hawing about whether I should go get a blood test just to make sure I didn't contract the new and latest super-virus.
I am not exactly very pro-active when it comes to my own well being, so I need you-the members of the TMF- to list as many diseases a person can contract as possible from sitting on a toilet seat to invigorate me to actually show a sense of self preservation in this matter and get a bona-fied blood test...Or...In other words, there might be a day when I actually attend NEST. You will inadvertantly shake my hand...Then were will you be?
Cleanse Dussicar before he spreads!






