That Guy
The sign said "Out of order," but I really had to pee.
The sign said "Out of order," but I really had to pee.
My sister texted me, "Good luck in there!" while I was in the bathroom.
How was I supposed to explain to my co-workers that the wet spots on my pants were caused by a mosquito flying all around the urinal?
Staring at my brand new iPod, now submerged in a public toilet, I wondered to myself why I ever thought it was a good idea to bring it into the bathrrom in the first place.
I lost my virginity to a homeless punk in the bathroom of a schizophrenic's apartment in NYC while my parents believed that I was having a slumber party.
"Hey," he slurred, barely coherent, as he bent over the sink in the womens' bathroom, "help me wash this sea otter."
As I was washing my hands I noticed the lack of urinals along the wall and realized I had made this mistake twice in the same day.
My "friends" must think I have problems with my stomach because all they ever hear is, "Sorry I missed your call 'cuz I was in the bathroom."
I walked into the men's bathroom on accident, and although the guy at the stall gave me a strange look, he unzipped his pants to do his business anyway.
While trying to go to the bathroom at the movie theater, I skipped over two stalls without toilet paper and one with pee on the seat before settling on the stall that didn't lock.
My dad once told me, "Don't keep the Preparation H too close to the toothpaste," then, after a moment, I realized that he was serious.