You were driving with your boyfriend Nash from San Fransisco to your home in Los Angles. After bugging him for 3 hours, he let you drive.
"Be careful babe you've got precious cargo here."
"I know I gotta keep my new clothes safe."
"Wow."
"Joking! I love you Nashty Poo."
"Keep your eyes on the road please?"
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"Bae?"
"Yas Nash?"
"Can we stop somewhere? I gotta poo."
"You gotta poo?"
"I gotta poo. Lord knows I gotta poo."
"Dammit Nash, not again. Cant you just hold it were in the middle of nowhere."
"Bae it's coming out."
"You're disgusting. Now I know where nashty came from."
"Baeee."
"Dammit Nash squeeze it in."
"Fine." He made a constipated face. "You know this is really uncomfortable."
"Im looking for somewhere to stop okay just stop complaining."
"There's a McDonalds up ahead."
"You're gonna poo at McDonalds??"
"I don't see why not."
"Dude look where it is. How do u expect me to swerve over there?"
"Should I poo in your car?"
"This is YOUR car."
"Oh. Well either way I'm going in the next 3 minutes."
"Dammit I got this."
You were in the inner lane of the freeway. There wasn't a lot of traffic so you knew what you were going to do.
"Hold on to your underwear." You said and made a risky turn off of the freeway. Nash screamed and made a constipated face while you turned.
"WHAT THE FUCK (Y/N)?"
"You had to poo! Were here now you can poo! You'll thank me later now go!"
"I DONT HAVE TO POO ANYMORE DAMMIT YOU MADE ME SQUEEZE WHILE YOU TURNED. I SUCKED IT ALL IN."
"How the fuck is that my problem??? You're going to that bathroom right now weather you like it or nah and you're going to sit there till you poo do you understand???"
"Yes bae. Can I get a happy meal after?"
"You really wanna eat from the same place you pooped??"
"Good point. Brb."
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