Nov 4, 2021
I have the odd habit of accidentally using men’s bathrooms.
My first violation occurred 30 years ago with my buddy, Jenny. We begged her parents to pull off the interstate before I soiled their van.
Jenny and I raced into the bathroom. My bladder overruled my generosity and I shoved her aside to use the one stall.
“Um, Andy. There’s a urinal in here.”
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