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In the restroom at the doctor's office, all the piss samples were lined up in a delicious Caldor-colored rainbow. Tatum looked at them, grabbed a cup, and poised herself over the toity to cop a little squirt. She didn’t really need to leave a sample, but she couldn’t help herself.
I’m way better than all these twats, she thought, filling the cup to the brim. All the others had yielded an inch or less. Christ, look at that golden glow, she mused, as she held the cup to the light. Now this pee’s the picture of health. Best in the house.
She set her cup on the sample table with a satisfying pop, and pulled up her skirt.
Not one of these little hosebags has had a sip o’water all day, I’ll bet. One sample had an especially eery orange glow. She picked it up and sniffed. It smelled like Flintstones vitamins. Flintstones. Jake Rumfrey, her one true love, used to eat Flintstones by the jar. She sniffed again, and for a moment, she thought she would never leave the john.
Date Written: August 07, 2003
Author: Jimson S. Sorghum
Average Vote: 3.3333