I'M AT A RED ROBINS, GETTING READY TO LEAVE, THEN I FEEL THAT I GOT TO PISS AND AS IM DOING THAT AND THIS BIG, TALL SCRUFFY BEARDED PLAID SHIRT, TRUCKER HAT BEER BELLY SHITTY WALKING WHITE DUDE (NO PUN) STRUTS INTO A STALL. I HEAR THAT LOUD ASS ZIPPER SOUND, A GRUNT LIKE WHEN YOU BEAT SOMEONE ON STREET FIGHTER TWO, A FART THAT SOUNDED LIKE IT RIPPED N CLAPPED HIS ASSHOLE, THEN DUDE STARTED TO GROWL A LITTLE BIT, SNIFFED THEN COFFED AND CHOKED HELLA HARD. THIS WHOLE TIME, IM TRYING NOT TO LAUGH, I FINISH WASH MY HANDS, DUDE REALIZES, THERES NO TOILET PAPER IN THAT STALL, SO HE ASKS ME "HEY BUDDY, CAN YOU TELL THE MANAGER THERE'S NO TOILET PAPER IN HERE?" I START LAUGHING AND I GUESS HE KNEW I WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE, HE YELLS HEY! AS HE SITS IN THE STALL I TURN THE LIGHTS OFF ON HIM LMAO.