3/07/2017

I Has a Bucket

Story Sent in by Anna:

Pete was a Tinder find. When we met up in real life to go to dinner, he had a green plastic bucket with him. I asked him what it was for and he said he didn't trust restaurant bathrooms and so always brought his own toilet around with him.

Last date.

14 comments:

  1. Unless this is some "get out of the date" angle and the answer to the question is keyed to how hot or smart (well, let's be serious a guy walking around with a bucket is not looking for a smart woman) it makes no sense. It makes no sense because you don't have to touch anything to urinate in a men's room. So follow my advice to children "hey don't rub your penis on the urinal like a crazy person" and you don't need the bucket.

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    1. Woah woah woah there Bob. Pete didn't say WHY he didn't trust restaurant bathrooms.

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    2. Risky click of the day right there.

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    3. He didn't specify urine...

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  2. This may be the shortest actual story on ABCD (excluding emails and profile excerpts). Tourist of Life, can you confirm? You're the curator.

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    1. Ha! Maybe I should change my title? No no, I specifically chose the word "tourist" because it implies that I don't work, and therefore am not responsible for anything :-)

      Hmm, no idea how to search for stories based on length. However, while reading this, I was wondering what that bucket was really for.

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  3. Maybe he was just trying to see if she was into the same things as he is?

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  4. Well I guess Anna can cross this off her bucket list...

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  5. Well this date went in the shitter.

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  6. Sometimes I think tinder is the butthole of humanity.

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  7. These comments are getting a little cheeky.

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  8. At least he had a pot to piss in.

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