One night I went out partying with my friends, and we drank one too many Long Island Ice Teas.

The next day I woke up with the runs. I had to be at work at 7:00, but in order to beat traffic I used to like to get there an hour early. So I got up at 4:30 AM and got to work by 5:30 AM, but I had a bad case of the runs from the night before.

So when I got to work, I could turn the lights on to our suite, but the lights to the lobby and the general public didn't turn on until 6:00 AM, and it was dark at the time. Still, I had to go and I had to go bad, so I went out into the lobby and made my way to the restroom, and I went to the very corner stall because that's the one I usually use.

So I sat there and did my business, and I managed to get it all out...but when it came time to flush the toilet, it wouldn't flush. So I sat there and tinkered with it a few times, but it still wouldn't go, and that's when I decided to get up and see what was wrong.

When my eyes got adjusted to the darkness, I noticed a four-inch hole in the floor, and a toolbox sitting right next to the toilet... that's when I realized that the toilet was in the process of being repaired. I got the hell out of
there as quickly as I could!

When my boss came in, he asked me if I had seen anyone strange in the building, because there was one sick
person roaming around the building and security was looking for him. Of course I couldn't say anything.

I wonder how that poor janitor must have felt once he got to work!