the men's room

When the movie was over I went into the men's room. One man's assessment of the film was this: "I had to piss so bad I couldn't even concentrate."

Later that evening I channeled that rare, elusive thing called honesty and I told my date that she was a lovely person but that I couldn't see us going anywhere.

She agreed.

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I still got it bad.

I'm so in love I can't even concentrate.

Hence, I am no good to anyone.