I was in the grocery store when the earlier beers from the golf course suddenly hit me. I went to check the bathroom in the store but of course it was locked. Upon that discovery I darted, with very tight buns, out of the store and into my car leaving my cart of food in the middle of the store. From there I drove about a mile, running every stop sign, to get home to my third floor apartment. I got to the last set of the steep steps and I started leaking. Fumbling with my keys I leaked some more. I was wearing shorts so I was making an incredible and putird smelling mess. Finally I got the door open and I started leaking really bad.....more like pouring. I sprinted through the kitchen leaving a trail all the way to the bathroom. The trail started on my legs and ran all the way from the top of the stairs to my toilet. There would be no denying it. I spent the rest of the night mopping up the stairs and floors in shame.
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