Dylan

I was completely shocked.

Yeah, so I continue driving, still realizing that this is not over.

I realize I have to go to the attendant at the front of the gas station.

As for the key, I'm like pulling down my sweater in the front of my jeans.

I'm like crouching over.

Probably looked more obvious realizing now as a 16-year-old boy.

I'm like, can I please have the key?

I'm hastily running into the bathroom because it's still a dire situation.

And I don't even...

shut the stall door when I absolutely destroyed their bathroom and pulled down the pants and realized that, yep, full of cum and fair bit of shit in there as well.

So I did the only thing possible, which was to lie and tell my girlfriend that I wasn't feeling well.

I threw my underwear out and I drove home in silence for 45 minutes questioning what just happened.

Oh, Dylan, what a lovely, yeah, double whammy.

Thank you so much.

This is so cool that I'm getting the chance to talk to you guys.

This is incredible.

My sister loves Armchair Anonymous.

We talk about them every week and I didn't tell her I'm doing this.

Shout out.

See when she pieces it together.