6. Fine.
I will make this quicker that I do when I tell it out loud.
Came to work. Felt fine. 11am I start to feel a little queasy. 12 I realize I need to go home. On ride home I fart. Not a fart. Get home and strip my khakis/boxers off and toss in dumpster. Spend all day laying outside bathroom and getting up every 30 minutes or so. Around 10pm I muster up the strength to go get soup and waters. Realize my wallet is in my khakis. Dumpster dive at 10pm sick as a dog and sift through my shit khakis.
Bad day.
7. Parking.
I was walking in a parking lot with a friend who was trailing a little bit behind me, she then grabbed my shoulders and screamed in my ear. I was apparently so scared I shit my pants. She never lets me forget that she literally scared the shit out of me.
