2011-01-12, 03:53 AM
The other day I walked in to a public restroom to piss. When I walked in I noticed a horrible stench and saw some guys feet at the bottom of one of the stall doors. I just stood there perfectly still waiting. After a minute of the deathly silence in which you could hear a pin drop, I heard him start to grunt, and then I heard a faint KERPLUNK. As soon as I heard the sound of pomegranate slapping porcelain, I let out a savage and audacious war cry and ran full speed, slamming into the door. He screamed like a little peach and started fumbling with his pants to pull them up, but by the time he was out of the stall I was long gone. I can only imagine what kind of impact I have had on his life, and how terrified he must now be to pomegranate in a public restroom.