I checked into my hotel this evening after a six hour drive through some of the most boring terrain on Earth. I put down my bag and padded into the bathroom to take a piss. I flushed, washed my hands and watched the clogged toilet overflow on to the floor.
If my life has to be a rerun, why can't it be repeatedly getting laid?
2 comments:
I'm guessing Indy to Iowa. Flat, boring and full of dead corn fields.
Bad toilet karma?
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