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After a rather heavy night at the bar my coworker/friend was not feeling to well at all. She finally insisted on pulling over in desperate need to escavate contents of her stomach onto the curb. This went on for so many minutes that by the end the poor girl was in tears.
Wanting to make her feel better I thought it would be amusing to run up to the closest house and piss in their mailslot .... into the house.
Upon seeing this she cracked a smile and started laughing hysterically as I whizzed away into some strangers hallway.
Week later, on a casual sunday drive we passed the house rather by coincidence ...
The sign on the lawn said for rent.
Personally I would have got a dog.
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