Date: April 24th, 2019 11:43 AM Author: rambunctious pale native
Not flame. On vacation in NY last month, we were down around Wall Street, and I had to take a tremendous shit. Desperate, I wandered into the Indian museum. In order to get in, I had to sign up for a free one-day pass, including my email. Stupidly, turtle-heading, I wrote a real address for the cute little shitlib girl.
I made no bones about waddling straight to the mens room, which was right behind the front desk.
I did take a massive dump, and I did use lots of TP. It's quite possible I clogged the thing (there was a lot and I didnt stop to watch if it all went down), but it's not like I scrawled in feces or kicked out the stall door or anything.
I suspect someone else may have done something mischievous in there and somehow they believe it was me.