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| quote: | Originally posted by iammesol
Ok, so I was in England this summer. My family and I are walking around the walled city of Chester. My Dad and I decide we have to go to the bathroom REALLY bad, so we start walking faster, in hopes of getting to our pub-hotel in time to pee. We failed. He decides to pee on the side of the street (coincidentally beside an elementary school LOL). I, being the "good boy" I am, decide to actually find a toilet.
I walk ahead of my Dad, desperately trying to get to the other side of the wall, because I know we only had a little more to go. Unfortunately, I am retarded. A bridge comes up that looks exactly like the stone wall we're traveling on, and I TURN RIGHT, thinking of course, that I'm following the wall perfectly and I will soon have my pee. Turns out, I end up going about a km down the road, OUT of the city, and into a residential area. At this point I panic. I'm alone, in a foreign country, and have to FUCKING TAKE A PISS. I start running, trying to find ANYTHING public so I can let this stuff out, and nothing is around. Instincts take over and I started running like I've never run before. Finally I find a park, run into a washroom on site (whilst the English teenagers around stare going "Who the fuck is that?") and have the most relieving pee I've ever had in my 18 and 1/2 years of life. It was over.
But wait, I was still alone and lost in a foreign country |
haha thats the city I'm from, and I know what you're talking about by how that bridge walk leads into housing areas... kinda confusing if you are a holiday maker... nice city over-all though eh?
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