Plankton |
07-18-2016 12:10 PM |
I went to a huge block party yesterday with a couple friends. On the way out, one friend stopped to use one of the many Port-A-John's that were available while the rest of us waited about 10 feet from it. We waited for a good 20 minutes thinking he was dropping a deuce or something. Then, we panicked. I started pounding on the door yelling his name, only to discover that a young lady was in the one we thought he was in. We started pounding on all of them while yelling his name, only to annoy the **** out of everyone. I called his phone, no answer. We were like "What the **** happened to Tommy?". Then I got a call from him saying that we weren't there when he came out of the Port-A-John, and that he was already at the car. Wtf? So, we start heading to the car, and on the way there's Tommy walking in the other direction saying something about how he's just gonna walk home because he's all butthurt that I'm kinda pissed at this point. I threw my half full can of beer at him and said "Whatever, Princess", and left (after picking the empty beer can back up off someone's lawn).
Now I'm kinda sad. He's been a good friend for 20 years.
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