I was at my new boyfriend's house. I hadn't taken a decent sh*t in days, and I was cramping up. So I discretely excused myself and headed to the bathroom. I turned on the faucet to mask my actions, because I don't think it is really romantic to hear your new girlfriend taking a huge dump in your own house. It was the biggest turd I had ever had the displeasure of laying. Of course, it got stuck. No plungers... so I desperately grabbed a smooth-handeled toothbrush and stabbed the hell out of the sh*t, untill it floated in little flushable pieces. I washed the toothbrush, but it still smelled faintly of sh*t, so I rubbed some soap on it. Was that normal?
suggested going somewhere and then asking to stop at the nearest drug store for ..make something up..go in by yourself by a new brush in same color an style...man thats what i would have done..and then go back to his house..to stay the night
i'm sure he wouldnt have noticed