Hey :D, one of the new authors here and unlike the others, I use my real name(not such a smart idea i know).I'm Truong and as of today I will be a new author thanks to Mushroom.Okay, that'll be all :)

Music!

I thought this was cool.
kthxbai

Andrew~

HEY GUYS IM BACK FROM VACATION

Like you cared.
Bish.

Kidding Doee.
For the record when I blog I never backspace anything, so if I typed it, it stays forever.
Just like belly fat.

ANYWAY, time for a legitimate blog,

Kind of. <3.

SO I WAS AT THIS BUFFET. Fat I know.

Anyway, my male readers, you know this feeling.
So I had just taken a tinker, and as I was washing my hands (without me noticing) I was leaning against the sink. BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE. So the counter-top of the sink just happened to be level with my crotch, (life right?). Anyway, so all guys probably have this happen every once and a while. So I pushed the no-handle-riveting door with my chest (full body) and it felt really wet down there. That's what she said. I looked down, and what was there quite honestly shocked me, it was drenched and it was... piss-look-like (what.) But I was all like awh-noohh-whaiii but I figured it would evaporate within minutes or so.

I was wrong.

But I continued to get my food like a real-thug. (Kidding, I'm Asian, A+ or A-Whopping) And as I walked through the buffet getting my food I continuously received these looks like "oh eff, we got a leak-er," even if I am a human of the male genetic. So every time a person walked by, for the duration of the day I decided to lower my food to my lower region. This is not a good idea, holding food to one's crotch is usually frowned upon in most societies. Assuming you're American. Continuing, people gave me the weirdest looks and I continued to search for a solution. But unfortunately such solution did not exist. Solutions considered involved 1, listed above, 2, spinning when someone walked by, 3, staring any onlookers straight in the eyes, and 4, saying "don't judge me" to everyone. Even if they weren't staring at me. None from this set had worked. Attempting #2, food would always drop on my plate/on the person, therefore making the situation more awkward than having people stare at my crotch. Attempting #3, I usually had snickered, could not keep a straight face, or ran into objects (Poles, food carts, corners of tables, etc.). Attempting #4 =

Don't judge me.

Can't even see my face. Bro. You don't know me. You ain't bout dat lyfe.

OK

So the moral of this story is.
Don't Wash Your Hands.





I'm kidding, if you don't wash your hands I hate you.
Dirty Human.

Andrew~