a date with my bladder

[sirwacki]

A date occurred this evening. Two people were involved, one was a cute blonde with slightly flippy hair and an excellent nose. The other was me. There were cups of coffee involved in the incident and while they didn't participate in the conversation they did have some effect on it's pacing

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[the_gil_monster]

Glad the date went well. Did you remember to communicate exclusively in that lame-tarded "SpotSpeak" while you were there? Good. That's even MORE embarrassing than a case of the runs.

When they say "Park it", that's actually their way of saying you're going to be glued to a commode for a week and a half. Trust me on this.

Oh- and while I was in the Men's Room feeling most "390 North during Rush Hour" from drinking a mochacinno that could only be described as "Fast Ferry" and "Conkey", I heard spy music. Some guy in tuxedo shoes took the stall next to mine, and loudly- but coolly- grunted in a British accent as he proceeded to stink up Spot Coffee worse than the homeless do. "Rather good show!" he beamed. "Q thinks HE can make deadly weapons, check THAT out! Smashing!" Then the spy music resumed and he left. So I wouldn't worry about that.

The weird thing was that like two women were waiting for him. RIGHT OUTSIDE THE STALL. Bleayauck.

[sirwacki]

God, I'm so relieved. In more ways than one.

From now on I'm GOING TO USE THE BATHROOM. No shame in it at all.

It's sometimes tough to live by the James Bond code of coolness. What do you think he does about itchy balls?

[the_gil_monster]

I don't know but it must be good for how many bimbos he sleeps with? We never even see his hand GESTURE towards the bikini zone, so whatever he uses MUST keep crab lice in check.

[moad_terran_hq]

007 is a trained assassin - he just keeps a supply of tiny wires to garrote the little buggers....

[the_gil_monster]

Tiny garrotes? Ooh, gimme. It's Hour 25 of Operation Oxford Mouse Shield atm...