I took mad Ls tonight MAD Ls.....

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Always-Right Liggins said:
A date I was on ended prematurely after I almost had a tragic doo doo tale in her car.

My stomach had been kind of fukked even before she came and picked me up (an L in itself) but I kind of just ignored it. On the way I stopped and got some Pepto but my stomach was just like :rudy: and got worse.

We're getting close to the spot and I see a Fiesta and at this point I have to shyt NOW. But I'm just like I can make it.

My Stomach - :wtb:

We pull around twice looking for a place to park and it feels like there's a war going on in my stomach. :bustback: We finally park and my ass is feeling super heated right now. Dear Summer. She's like are you ready to go in?

My stomach - :birdman:

I'm like nah, take me to that Fiesta we passed. I know in her mind she's like :aicmon: but fukk it, this is definitely turned into an emergency situation. I'm talking roll the equipment it's going to be a crash landing AT BEST. Coming around there's a long light you have to wait at but it was already green, the problem is that she was cruising. If we missed that light the psycological impact would be too much for my bowels.

Luckily we made it. There was a store on that corner but I knew I didn't have the time to be wrong. I only had one shot at this one. We head towards the Fiesta at school zone speeds and I'm curling my toes at this point and all I can think of are various Tragic Doo Doo Tales and how I mocked them. We finally get to the Fiesta and it closes at 10:30, it's 10:27. Failure is not an option. I run in with literally seconds to spare (on both accounts) and make it to the restroom. I sit down and UNLOAD....

I may as well have shyt hot sauce :ohlawd:

I wipe and I'm feeling very :youngsabo: But my stomach is still :birdman:

I get back in the car and tell her I threw up. At this point I don't even know why I lied because p*ssy is basically out of the question. Anyway, we pick another place and once again she's talking away while my stomach rages a silent civil war. I'm doing everything I can not to throw up in her car. We get to the next spot. We're parking, I tell her I can't do it. I'm too sick. She drops me off at home after constantly reassuring me it's alright :comeon:

I give her a hug and get one last longing look at those titties and walk in. As soon as I get home I can't shyt for shyt. :beli:

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!
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Her bladder was probably empty anyways :therethere:.
 
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