Baskin Robbins Now Has 32 Flavours
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So this is the kind of story you can only share with the rest of the world via the internet...
I took my girlfriend to BaskinRobbins for some ice cream last night and there I was looking at what ice cream i wanted when i got the sudden urge to fart. Not wanting the counter staff or my girlfriend to suspect my indescretion i went over to the far counter and farted.
This is where everything got a bit skewed on me.
I felt something hot and wet running down my leg. It seems I had a bit of a tummy bug and only my *** knew about it. I had just diarehea (sp?) shat myself in the middle of BaskinRobbins, in front of the counter staff and my girlfriend.
Thankfully my girlfriend has a cold and a blocked nose... so she didn't smell and therefore suspect anything had happened. I kept her standing in front of me so she couldn't see my wet ***.
So anyway, I ordered my icecream, paid the counter girl and proceeded out the door. I gave my keys and icecream to my g/f, told her i needed to go to burger king next door, where I went to the restroom and spent 5 minutes shovelling muck out of my boxers.
I took my girlfriend to BaskinRobbins for some ice cream last night and there I was looking at what ice cream i wanted when i got the sudden urge to fart. Not wanting the counter staff or my girlfriend to suspect my indescretion i went over to the far counter and farted.
This is where everything got a bit skewed on me.
I felt something hot and wet running down my leg. It seems I had a bit of a tummy bug and only my *** knew about it. I had just diarehea (sp?) shat myself in the middle of BaskinRobbins, in front of the counter staff and my girlfriend.
Thankfully my girlfriend has a cold and a blocked nose... so she didn't smell and therefore suspect anything had happened. I kept her standing in front of me so she couldn't see my wet ***.
So anyway, I ordered my icecream, paid the counter girl and proceeded out the door. I gave my keys and icecream to my g/f, told her i needed to go to burger king next door, where I went to the restroom and spent 5 minutes shovelling muck out of my boxers.