I ate a great meal of lasagna at your upscale restaurant and had a shot of your tequila. I paid my bill and headed to your bathroom. Upon entering, the foulest smell greeted my nose. I can't stand bad smells and I immediately threw up all over your bathroom, like five times. Lasagna, alcohol, and vile vomit coated everything from your toilet, sink and floor. I sheepishly ran out of your bathroom, said goodbye, and proceeded to hide somewhere else downtown. Not knowing what I did, you guys were so nice. I know you guys and you all remember me from other times. My bad.
Seeing red in the bathroom
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