At the casino, I nervously went all in with 2nd pair and shit my pants when he turned over two kings. Because I didn’t know where the toilet was, some of it slopped out down my leg, and onto the floor whilst I was searching for the bog. It was OK though, fortunately they had those push up ceiling tiles in the toilet, so I hid my shitstained pants there, and flicked a bit of water onto my arse and got some paper to dry, and was back in buisness. I just realised, ur all probably yanks, so when I say pants I mean underwear. I’m from the UK.
I may retrieve those pants. I think they would be safe to manoeuvre with.
Thanks licey, I get bored. I created this place so people can write strange stories and poems. Hopefully some will. And thanks for your welcome message too 😊
Absolutely, glad you’re here with us. I like the idea of the community, it’s up my alley for sure