Sitting here reading EF, two friends come over to pick me up to go out, When they arrive I notice they have some Burger King. I go to take a shower. One of my friends was sitting at the computer, and to the left on the floor there was what appeared to be a small, clean, white towel. I have alot of small towels that I take with me to workout, so he assumed there was nothing wrong with the towel. I come out of the shower just intime to see him use said towel to wipe his mouth off. I look in horror as I remember what this towel had been used for last night at about 2 am. About five seconds go by as I blankly stare at him. He then asks "What the hell, why is this towel all crispy?". I stutter saying "Uhh...I...I Don't know...". The biggest look of complete and utter disgust comes to his face as he realizes he has just wiped my dried swimmers all over his mouth.
There was silence for about thirty seconds. He gets up and says "I'm going to go wash up." and sulks out of the room.
The moral of the story is that if you're going to eat at a friends house who you know has no girlfriend and probably masturbates numerous times daily, don't wipe your mouth off with things you find on the floor.
There was silence for about thirty seconds. He gets up and says "I'm going to go wash up." and sulks out of the room.
The moral of the story is that if you're going to eat at a friends house who you know has no girlfriend and probably masturbates numerous times daily, don't wipe your mouth off with things you find on the floor.
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