In honor of Solly and everyone else who used to/still do post embarrassing stories, I figured I would share with all of you part of my saturday night.
Some backstory:
My friends and I have been hanging out with a group of girls we met over labor day weekend, so we've known each other a couple months at this point and have seen each other in some capacity multiple times a week over the past couple months; we're all fairly close at this point.
The toilet in question belongs to one them and I'm being generous when I say she's easily flustered. She is used to having her way and will let it be known when she isn't happy, so needless to say I, along with one of my friends who generally has no regard for social norms, enjoy pushing her buttons when the time is right. Aside from that she's fun to have around and is easy on the eyes. When we first started hanging out with the girls he was putting in work trying to get with her and was making headway but she's too loony to be worth the time so recently he's stopped caring what she thinks. Earlier last week he was over at their apartment while she was at work and sent out a snapchat of himself taking a **** on her toilet. She proceeded to flip out and told her roommate to stop any of us using her toilet :rofl:
The Main Event:
Saturday afternoon I head over to their place to start drinking before we grab a bite to eat. By the time we get to dinner I'm fairly buzzed and the restaurant where we ate had a huge beer selection, so I was feeling right by the time we got back. As expected, all the beer and red meat in my stomach starts having its own party and I need to get rid of it before we headed out to the bar so I figured it was a good time to use the "off limits" toilet since loony tunes was out of town. I finished up and 90% of the bowl flushes before it decides to try and swallow a generous amount of toilet paper at once. Luckily the turd made it down first so when the toilet backed up it was 99% paper.
Being the bright minded individual I am, I decide to fill the bowl to try and build pressure and force everything down; it has worked in the past. But now what do I do? Fvck it, close the lid and walk outside like nothing has happened, wait and see what develops. I do, and when I go back to check the damage the bowl is - for all intents and purposes - empty. Wonderful, it worked, let's fill it back up and flush the rest of the paper down; if only it was that easy. The bowl filled back up and I quickly close the valve at the wall to stop it from overflowing. I play the waiting game again. 10 minutes later and it's empty again, so I open the valve, push the handle, and it fills the bowl back up.
At this point it's getting late, we're getting ready to go to the bar, and I need to fix this before I get back too drunk to deal with it. Luckily her roommate is pretty laid back and has been showing interest in me lately so I figured it would be safe to ask her where the plunger is. She asked if it had overflowed and I reassured her no, it was fine. Not 10 seconds later I hear water hit the floor and I turn around to see a puddle racing out of the bathroom toward their kitchen. Did I mention there are two other girls in kitchen watching all of this happen? Thankfully they have tile floors. I ran into the bathroom and turned the valve off while water and what used to be toilet paper is pooling around the door frame spilling out into the kitchen.
I threw the bath mats into their washer and ran and got some dirty towels and mopped everything up. I can't help but start laughing at the absurdity of what's happening and was happy that I wasn't in a stranger's house. After everything was cleaned up I again asked where their plunger was but it turns out they don't have one and neither does one of the other girls who lives down the hall, great. I texted one of my friends who was on his way over to tell him to bring his from his place but he was already in a cab on the way over. Luckily they live within walking distance to a grocery store so I promptly left and bought them a shiny new plunger with a caddy.
The following day the bath mats get pulled out of the drier and the corners are kind of messed up, nothing too noticeable but definitely not flat and we're not sure if they were like that to begin with. I'm still waiting for the fallout once she finds out what went down while she was gone, that's if she ever notices and asks.
While all of this was going on I was texting my friend who first pissed her off...
And I'm not posting pictures of the girls. Like I said, I see them often.
Some backstory:
My friends and I have been hanging out with a group of girls we met over labor day weekend, so we've known each other a couple months at this point and have seen each other in some capacity multiple times a week over the past couple months; we're all fairly close at this point.
The toilet in question belongs to one them and I'm being generous when I say she's easily flustered. She is used to having her way and will let it be known when she isn't happy, so needless to say I, along with one of my friends who generally has no regard for social norms, enjoy pushing her buttons when the time is right. Aside from that she's fun to have around and is easy on the eyes. When we first started hanging out with the girls he was putting in work trying to get with her and was making headway but she's too loony to be worth the time so recently he's stopped caring what she thinks. Earlier last week he was over at their apartment while she was at work and sent out a snapchat of himself taking a **** on her toilet. She proceeded to flip out and told her roommate to stop any of us using her toilet :rofl:
The Main Event:
Saturday afternoon I head over to their place to start drinking before we grab a bite to eat. By the time we get to dinner I'm fairly buzzed and the restaurant where we ate had a huge beer selection, so I was feeling right by the time we got back. As expected, all the beer and red meat in my stomach starts having its own party and I need to get rid of it before we headed out to the bar so I figured it was a good time to use the "off limits" toilet since loony tunes was out of town. I finished up and 90% of the bowl flushes before it decides to try and swallow a generous amount of toilet paper at once. Luckily the turd made it down first so when the toilet backed up it was 99% paper.
Being the bright minded individual I am, I decide to fill the bowl to try and build pressure and force everything down; it has worked in the past. But now what do I do? Fvck it, close the lid and walk outside like nothing has happened, wait and see what develops. I do, and when I go back to check the damage the bowl is - for all intents and purposes - empty. Wonderful, it worked, let's fill it back up and flush the rest of the paper down; if only it was that easy. The bowl filled back up and I quickly close the valve at the wall to stop it from overflowing. I play the waiting game again. 10 minutes later and it's empty again, so I open the valve, push the handle, and it fills the bowl back up.
At this point it's getting late, we're getting ready to go to the bar, and I need to fix this before I get back too drunk to deal with it. Luckily her roommate is pretty laid back and has been showing interest in me lately so I figured it would be safe to ask her where the plunger is. She asked if it had overflowed and I reassured her no, it was fine. Not 10 seconds later I hear water hit the floor and I turn around to see a puddle racing out of the bathroom toward their kitchen. Did I mention there are two other girls in kitchen watching all of this happen? Thankfully they have tile floors. I ran into the bathroom and turned the valve off while water and what used to be toilet paper is pooling around the door frame spilling out into the kitchen.
I threw the bath mats into their washer and ran and got some dirty towels and mopped everything up. I can't help but start laughing at the absurdity of what's happening and was happy that I wasn't in a stranger's house. After everything was cleaned up I again asked where their plunger was but it turns out they don't have one and neither does one of the other girls who lives down the hall, great. I texted one of my friends who was on his way over to tell him to bring his from his place but he was already in a cab on the way over. Luckily they live within walking distance to a grocery store so I promptly left and bought them a shiny new plunger with a caddy.
The following day the bath mats get pulled out of the drier and the corners are kind of messed up, nothing too noticeable but definitely not flat and we're not sure if they were like that to begin with. I'm still waiting for the fallout once she finds out what went down while she was gone, that's if she ever notices and asks.
While all of this was going on I was texting my friend who first pissed her off...
And I'm not posting pictures of the girls. Like I said, I see them often.
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