seriously though.. every one of those is true as all hell. This weekend at Pride was a NIGHTMARE... portapotties, and hot as hell... so not only am I already damp from sweating while playing football and walking around, but now here I am doing the infamous "pop a squat" over that mysterious blue stuff, and the floor is covered in who knows what degree of STUFF, and it stinks, and I swear to fucking God it was 120 in there. So you come stumbling out, thighs trying to regain feeling, sweating like a whore in church, and trying to tug your khaki shorts that were SO CUTE this morning around your sweaty, sticky ass.

Ugh.