Liquid Dookie...
After eating at Lendann's grandma's (Yes! We're able to see each other again!), I felt an abrupt, queesy pain in my lower digestive system. Gotta go again, I grieved. I casually walked to the bathroom to find the toilet backed up. SHIT!
"Lendann," I started nervously, "the toilet's broken!"
"There's one upstairs," he informed.
"Where?"
"Down the hall, to the left."
"Thanks!" I could've kissed him!
Walking up the stairs, I felt my stomach cramp and I shrunk to the floor. I held my tummy and raced to the bathroom, passing the rest of the Barker family.
DOOKIE!!!
Hallelujah!
I let out the devil in me, I swear.
Afterwards, I stood and searched for the toilet paper. Looking four feet down, there it was, just inches off the ground. I bent my knees and reached for some sheets, hitting my shins of the bathtub.
Finally defeating the task wipping, I stuggled to tuck in my boxers. I moved towards the door and WHAM! went my elbow.
"Ow!" I winced, rubbing the pain away.
The ache subsided and I buckled my belt. WHACK! went my other elbow. I turned and stared down that evil wall. "Damn you," I cursed.
I flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom, entering a room full of Barker family eyes, cocked eyebrows, and descreet whispers.
"H-hi," I stammered, meeting up with my close friend Mr. Blushings.
Finally eluding the gawking Barker family eyes, I went back downstairs.
"Lendann, that bathroom is really tiny," I explained.
"Oh, uncle Garret fixed the one down here for you, Aaron. But we didn't bother to tell you, since you were already upstairs."
His little cousin Ashley let out a giggle, her small hand covering her Chessy cat mouth. Running off with her Barbie, Lendann resumed stuffing his face. And all I could wonder was, What's a guy gotta do to go to the bathroom in peace around here???....
"Lendann," I started nervously, "the toilet's broken!"
"There's one upstairs," he informed.
"Where?"
"Down the hall, to the left."
"Thanks!" I could've kissed him!
Walking up the stairs, I felt my stomach cramp and I shrunk to the floor. I held my tummy and raced to the bathroom, passing the rest of the Barker family.
DOOKIE!!!
Hallelujah!
I let out the devil in me, I swear.
Afterwards, I stood and searched for the toilet paper. Looking four feet down, there it was, just inches off the ground. I bent my knees and reached for some sheets, hitting my shins of the bathtub.
Finally defeating the task wipping, I stuggled to tuck in my boxers. I moved towards the door and WHAM! went my elbow.
"Ow!" I winced, rubbing the pain away.
The ache subsided and I buckled my belt. WHACK! went my other elbow. I turned and stared down that evil wall. "Damn you," I cursed.
I flushed the toilet and exited the bathroom, entering a room full of Barker family eyes, cocked eyebrows, and descreet whispers.
"H-hi," I stammered, meeting up with my close friend Mr. Blushings.
Finally eluding the gawking Barker family eyes, I went back downstairs.
"Lendann, that bathroom is really tiny," I explained.
"Oh, uncle Garret fixed the one down here for you, Aaron. But we didn't bother to tell you, since you were already upstairs."
His little cousin Ashley let out a giggle, her small hand covering her Chessy cat mouth. Running off with her Barbie, Lendann resumed stuffing his face. And all I could wonder was, What's a guy gotta do to go to the bathroom in peace around here???....