one time my whole family (dad, grandma and me, not much but sh.) went to big boy’s and i got the worst thing for myself. i knew itd give me the shits. after eating and all that i used the bathroom, it wasnt but it wasnt normal. so, i yknow, washed my hands and got out.

the car ride was awful, i got a large milkshake to bring with. we drove and drove and my stomach KILLED ME. we got home and i went to use the bathroom right? i had the most explosive s***. it f****** smeared the walls, the toilet, the tub and even my skirt. i was BEWILDERED. i sat there on the toilet thinking “what the hell i do now.” i took the hand towel in there, and cleaned it all. it took me ages. but sooner or later, i got it cleaned and stood there in my platforms thinking “wtf i do with the towel.” so i snuck out of the bathroom, threw the handtowel out and went to change.

that was and still is the last time im going to that fuckinf restaurant.