11 o'clock. 76 hours., Bob.
Later, we were at the store and bumped into Dans doctor., who is a friend of his, and who he plays golf with once a week. F'n Dan says, "Jules has been trouble ...". I hit him. Wtf.
Doctor says, "Trouble with what?"
We're in the dairy section and nobody really nearby. Dan looks around and whispers, "Constipation."
I wanted to die.
Doctor smiles and breaks into a rhyming song, kind of.
🎶 On the toilet I sit
And get brokenhearted,
I'm trying to poop,
But only farted. 🎶
That's when I walked away as those two chuckled.
Idiots.