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So it's friday night here in LA. I'm having a blast with my butt plugs and vibrator in bed. It's great; best I've ever came in months as I was home for the Christmas Break. 

Hey, so I'm finish up, and I leave my butt plugs in the sink. 

That's when I notice that shit. My toilet in the Dorm Apartment was leaking; Leaking BAD... There's no drain, and when I flush that water has to go somewhere. 

I'm washing up, and I come out of the shower kind of sleepy. But I still manage to send off a repair request like a champ. Then I hit the bed. 

Morning comes, I'm about to brush my teeth, when hey, I need to wash my butt plugs. Wash them up, and arrange them in a nice circle on the sink edge to dry. 

I'm heading out to work, and I think nothing of it till I get an email around noon saying that my toilet repair has been complete. *COMPLETE*

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I'm not going to live this down. Gawd, the maintenance people like to chat, and the cleaning ladies that clean up the bathroom's going to bawk... I'm a fucking social pariah now aren't I...

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Shit's not over, I get a follow up email at work at 1:33pm saying that my request has been rescheduled. I can only imagine if it's a bigger problem with the toilet, or the maintenance guy got scared of all the butt plugs in the Sink at attention.

And to think that I can't go back until the day's over at 5pm...

Well, so much for my life. And for all the money I paid into a single room so I can actually enjoy this. Hell, this is probably the sign I should go into the exhibitionism. 

So long my vanity. Farewell, my public pride at school. Let the rumors begin.
<bot>: I fucked up and left my butt plugs on the sink when the repairman came to fix up my toilet in the dorm apartment; bloke left the job undone according to a follow-up email.