a closely cropped crap

Let me begin this story by saying i wasn't at my house. i was @ my b'd house. oops.

I took a poo this morning, and while it wasn't large, it was mighty (i ate icre cream last nt- nuf said?). I flushed but things started coming up instead of going down. I panicked. I raced on my bike to brooks- praying my bf would NOT come home b/c he forgot something, etc (he had just left for class).

i returned triumphant- w/ a plunger. sweaty, nervous and ready to plunge- but it had all gone down. Gone!!! Did tabby fix it?

I was in a panic that I'd crapped all over his man town on my last day there!!!!

wipe it, wipe it good.

ok, so i find blogging a lil trite lately- cuz i have nothing dramatic to say.
but then there's this.

the locker room in my boathouse has these individually packaged girly wipes for your bits and i took one to try cuz i thouhgt it was novel. around the same time i got my skirt caught in my bike bits and needed to buy shout wipes for the grease stain.

so, i'm in the loo and there's no tp, so i decide to reach into my bookbag and try the girly wipe. i use it, feel refreshed and move on w/ my day.

later on i'm looking through my bag for something and happen upon said packaged girly wipe. but no shout wipe....

need i say more? i Shout-ed my vagine. ewwww... stain lifter.

ewww w/ a capital EWWWW

THE WOMEN'S RESTROOM @ THIS FINE INSTITUTION HAS HIT AN ALL TOME LOW W/ FRECAL MATTER RESTING ATOP AS NEST OF TOILET PAPER IN A TOILET BOWL.

EWWWWWWWWWWWWW

PPL ARE SO FECKIN GROSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!