Groady One People

So, I had really bad diarrhea. I ran to my car ( a Honda Prelude which I actually had when I was 19 yrs old) and squatted in the passenger seat floorboard and let loose. Relief! I than left the car dabbing at my legs with some toilet paper to get the bit of excrement off. People were passing by looking at me in disgust. I was basically like fu@! off. I walked to a trash and threw out the soiled tp. Back to the car I happily traipsed to survey the damage. There was feces everywhere. "Oh, no", I groaned. My sis poked her head in the driver window and exclaimed that it was quiet a mess. "No biggy!" I said, "Just gotta clean it up!". My sis then sat in the car in the middle of all the poop and I told her to check and see if the car would still run. She turned the key and the car vroomed to life. (Yee-haaaw! We were waaay happy with that!) I then told her to try the handle on the left side of the steering wheel to see if the poop in the floorboard, would at least flush down and away it went. Yeaaah! It did. So I told her to turn the car off and make sure it was in park so we could start cleaning. She forgot the park part and we rolled into an intersection. Now we had to turn the car around and get it back to the parking space to clean it. This stupid guy tried to help and we literally had to wrestle the car away from him to push it back. My sister than grabbed the back  of the car from the man and we ran. A big crowd of men started to give chase but we were to fast for them and we triumphantly got away. We literally leaped into the air, with the car, for joy!

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