Pooty Peeker

I'm so traumatized, dude. I got potty peeked today! How grotesque!

I was in the can, minding my own business and doing my business an aerodynamic manner, when some bitches came in. I recognized their voices as two of my pals, which made me damn near miss my poo window. By the time they get to washing their hands, I can hear them whispering. Something about "think someone's in here", "can't see feet." So one of them busts over to my stall, and peeks in at me through the crack. HOLY EFFING WEIRD, Batman!

Oh. My. GOD. It was terrible. And then, to top it all off, they made it out like I was the freak for taking my brown eye sightseeing with my feet up. I maintain that in fact, they are the creeps for perving out and peering into a bathroom stall.

I will never shat again.