Work Story (NSFW, my apologies))
Today, I was walking through the retail store I work at minding my own damn business, when one of the girls I work with says, “Smell this,” and thrusts a shirt on a hanger at me.
Me: “Why? Wait…why is it wet, what is that, no…”
It was a blouse drenched in stinky piss that had been found in the ladies’ fitting room. The question on everybody’s lips was, “Why would somebody pee on a shirt?”
Obviously, their Internet habits are different from mine, because I immediately knew what had been going down in there:
Yep. Gang, we had European fully-clothed piss sluts in our store today. Am I the only one getting excited?
…
Yeah, probably…
