Whatever happened, i know it involved shit, urine, blood, cum, vomit, abortion residue and used needles (worked in retail)

I worked in a late night pizzeria that served the post-bar crowd. The amount of shit-filled undies (men’s and women’s) we’d find throw in the corner was unreal. So remember that folks, there’s a reasonable chance whoever you’re flirting with at 130am isn’t wearing undies because they’ve already shat themselves.