So I’m taking a nice long, leisurely shit at work today and this fucking turd burglar ruins my “me” time. The bathroom is 2 stalls, and when I went in the first stall had diarrhea sprayed all over the seat. So of course I choose the far stall, sit down, and get to work. I’m straight punishing this toilet Skinsraj style, playing Hold’em on my cell phone.
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This dude walks into the bathroom, washes his hands, then is fucking around in the mirror. He walks up to the first stall, looks in, and sees the mess some dickless fuck left in there. So he walks up to my stall, grabs the top of the door, and tries to open it (it’s locked)!!!! WTF?!?!?
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It gets worse. After surmising the door is locked, this POS looks down on the ground. Keep in mind I can see him through the cracks in the door. He looks down to see if there are any feet under the door. Of course, there are. He then looks through the crack in the door, and makes eye contact with me! I am sitting there, cell phone on my lap, pants around my ankles, in utter disbelief at the events that are unfolding. How could he not know that the stall is fucking occupied at this point?!?! He makes eye contact with me, and stares for like a full 5 seconds, at which point I clear my throat in an aggressive and obviously irritated manner. At this point he walks away.
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What the fuck is wrong with some people? I was already done shitting, so I hurry up and wipe and try to chase this soulless piece of pig excrement out of the bathroom. I was seriously ready to fight this dude. By the time I could make it out of the bathroom he had disappeared, and I did not recognize him from the little glimpse I had gotten. But if I ever find out who this was, I will kill his dog and rape his wife. And then tie him up and blow mud all over his fucking face.
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></o>It gets worse. After surmising the door is locked, this POS looks down on the ground. Keep in mind I can see him through the cracks in the door. He looks down to see if there are any feet under the door. Of course, there are. He then looks through the crack in the door, and makes eye contact with me! I am sitting there, cell phone on my lap, pants around my ankles, in utter disbelief at the events that are unfolding. How could he not know that the stall is fucking occupied at this point?!?! He makes eye contact with me, and stares for like a full 5 seconds, at which point I clear my throat in an aggressive and obviously irritated manner. At this point he walks away.
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></o>What the fuck is wrong with some people? I was already done shitting, so I hurry up and wipe and try to chase this soulless piece of pig excrement out of the bathroom. I was seriously ready to fight this dude. By the time I could make it out of the bathroom he had disappeared, and I did not recognize him from the little glimpse I had gotten. But if I ever find out who this was, I will kill his dog and rape his wife. And then tie him up and blow mud all over his fucking face.
