I played a round of golf one day while drinking cheap ass budwieser from the beer cart. By the time we finished the 18th hole, the budwieser and the jack-in-the-box were playing twister in my intestines.
I had to shit so bad... and the worst part was, I had to walk up 40 setps to get to the club house bathroom.
I opened the door, turned to the right, opened the stall and pulled my pants down to my ankles, and right when I bent my knees to have a seat, it was like a super soaker full of chocolate cake mix splattered the silver work on the toilet, the wall behind the toilet, the toilet seat, the toilet bowl, the toilet handle, the toilet bolts that hold it to the floor and even got some in the toilet itself.
I sat down on what part of the seat wasn't covered in foul smelling shit and finished up and got the hell out of there quick. Just as soon as I washed up, and walked out, this mexican janitor walked in.
I haven't played golf there since.
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