"Shit, just got done washing my hands, but now I gotta pee. Terrible. Okay, let's get it done. Okay, done. Do I really need to wash my hands if I just washed them a second ago? Yeah, I do because I just handled my pecker. You can't walk out there with dirty-dick hands and start man-handling all that pizza like a damn savage. What's wrong with you, Ken? Okay, we'll just wash 'em again."
It was then that I realized I wasn't thinking that stuff. I had said it all out loud. And there was a closed stall with shoes down there who belonged to a guy who heard my whole hand washing and penis touching conversation with myself.
Quit touching yourself, Blog Buddies, and get commenting. How is everyone doing this fine evening?