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I think all of my blind dates were bad...
But for the purposes of a funny read...
I once dated this guy for several weeks and he lived far away (3 hr drive). So when we hung out we would ususally sleep over one another house and leave in the am. One night he was complaing of feeling sick, so he took something and that was the end of it. we fall asleep. Around two in the morning I start smelling poop... And im trying to think of every possible scenario as to why i would be smelling that. I even gave myself sometime to see if I was dreaming... then i move. My knee (we slept head to toe) encountered something that went ::::sqquiish::::: The man pooped the bed! After I informed him of this and went to the kitchen to giggle my brains out and text some friends... I asked to be driven home...
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