parents couples (him & wife; her & husband) having a date. Supposed to be at posh restaurant (LOL) but surprise, was at his new ashley grove style apartment.
Running along with Josh and company, and I was keeping up moderately well until I realized I was actually running.
Teeth.
Toenail clippings and teen-agers. Had a bunch of toenail clippings i had to get rid of. was mad because they weren't mine; why did I have to get rid of them? But somehow they were my responsibility.
Was at school, trying to find a bathroom, so I could flush them. But everybody was sitting on the toilets watching the cheerleaders in the showers doing routines.
Bathrooms were moved around, labeled wrong, toilets clogged in some, flippety flop. This was before the cheerleader shower show. They were in blue and white uniforms.
Finally ended up following some of the snob girls outside to darkened parking lot, putting toenails into my hands from out of my mouth (Yuck, Ew. Gross. WTF?) and still looking for a place to put them. Everyone stopped around a pickup truck, and I went to tailgate and was dropping bits of toenails into the bed, but when I got one hand empty I sort of reached in to swirl them around in the back of truck or poke them into cracks and crevices of the bed, the whole bed was filled with a cake. A yellow cake, with whipped icing.
OMG, if they bit into toenails, they'd know it was me! I had to get the toenails out.
discreetly.
yeah, that don't work with whipped frosting. Nothing discreet about skimming over that for toenail clippings.
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