If you've read my personal ads in the past you know me as the guy who has the poop fetish. Well, I got what I wanted in a big way ugh...I had kinda one of those be careful what you ask for moments. The woman I met from this site showed up at the hotel and when it was time to "deliver the goods", they got, well, impacted. There's really no protocol for this so I did what I thought would be best, called room service and asked for a serving spoon. I swear I scooped for twenty minutes. Not one of my shining moments. This was hard manual labor, man. I thought I was in for a little fun, but this was like serious warehouse work shlepping solid tons of shit. Now I'm feeling a little embarrassed coming back with my tail between my legs to humbly declare that I literally am not accepting any shit in 2019. Thank you, Shane.
A writer living in Portland, OR looking to meet Chuck Palahniuk. Single mom to 2 boys, sales agent and lawyer-in-training.