1.
Needing a shit when you’re at a club
Now this is one of those situations that hits you like a train, sometimes it hits you when you’re on the way to the club and sometimes it hits you mid dutty whine.
Nothing is worse than bustin’ out the gun finger and instantly feeling your bowel whisper ever so aggressively “Hey you, I’m ready”.
The instant “oh fuck” moment you get when you have to give your mate the “look” and push your face back as if to say shit is about to go down and I need you to look deep into the best friend hand book and read that if in a situation such as this you are OBLIGED to hold my drink and NOT drink/spill/spike/spit/leave it anywhere.
Casually walking/partying your way over to the toilets you see a queue of people looking at the ground with pain in their eyes and fear in their hearts as you alongside these strangers know have come to do the same thing and embark on an adventure that you don’t want to be a part of.
If anything tis’ a quest that you are too afraid to lead but must see to the end, otherwise if left for too long it would lead into a torturous journey on a night bus on one’s own where other obstacles you know you will have to face might and probably will defeat you.
Sweating fear you manage to make your way to a cubicle and lock the door releasing an instant sigh of relief. The first hurdle is over you tell yourself as you glaze down at the toilet and see what you have to work with. You gag a little because there’s a teeny tiny little skid mark that’s making you nervous and the piss ridden floor really doesn’t add to the illusion that you are in fact doing a poo at a club and not in the comfort of your own home.
When all is done and dusted you proudly walk out the cubicle with large strides because you can, you have the freedom to now throw some shapes and pretty much do gymnastics on the dance floor. With a large gnarly smile on your face you pat yourself on the back for doing the dreaded deed and skip over to your friend who has in the time of your absence drunk your drink and blabbed out a few words to try convince you that it was stolen and they don’t know what happened.
2.
Trying to lose the creepy guy/girl you just got with who keeps following you
This is one of those situations that undeniably is a time you wish you could develop the power to morph into somebody else or just be plain invisible.
Everyone’s gotten to the peak of drunkness where the beer goggles are strapped on so tight it would make Susan Boyle look like Megan Fox.
Hormones rushing through your veins Susan is over the moon that you have selected her out of many of the other choices that (let’s face it you think you can get).
Hands all over and tongues locked together Susan has not only pulled but in that moment of perfection and bliss, fallen in love with the idea that you two are from now own going to be exchanging numbers and texting each other little embarrassed hands over eyes monkey emoticons because you are just that cute.
5 minutes down the line and you take a breath from the excessive face sucking and lay your slightly less drunk eyes on what actually looks a little more like Megan Fox with a mild case of autism.
Instantly you come up with a genius idea and say “I’m just going to get another drink, I’ll be back” and then “accidently” get “lost” and never find her again because your just so clumsy and again just that cute.
With a speedy/stumbly walk you go off to find your pals with the idea in your mind that you won’t see Susan for the rest of the night or hopefully ever again.
You’re wrong.
Even though you used the excuse to go to the bar and get another drink you actually think to yourself that you do in fact want another drink and proceed to the bar.
Susan is there waiting for you, she has a look in her eyes that reflects her insanity… sort of like when you see side boob. You’re eyes just light up, become inflamed with interest.
Before you know it you find yourself escaping to places you think she can’t find you, even your friends can’t protect/hide you because Susan is like Predator and she has a tracking device just for you. She can even scale the walls and shoot nets from her wrist whilst slaying people in her way with acid fingers.
Susan will get you, and she will eat you.
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