...being in your hubby's bachelor buddy's bathroom, pants pooled around your ankles and squatting precariously over the bachelor toilet, and suddenly realizing there was a second door leading to the bathroom that you did
not close upon entering, and then hearing male voices in the next room and willing yourself to pee faster, faster,
faster before one of them accidentally pops their head in and sees more than either of you ever wanted.
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