Why you ask? Why in God's name would anyone do a handstand in a bathroom? Allow me to explain...
On this particular evening I hosted a small get-together at my house in honor of one of my closest friends who was in town for Thanksgiving weekend. Admitingly there was alcohol involved... but c'mon, handstands in the very small bathroom?!
You see, typically when guests venture into the world of Lauren's Guest Bathroom they are puzzled by oddities such as the cobra hidden behind the toilet who bites when his sensor goes off or Ping the big wooden budha head. In fact, one time a human size chicken went into the guest bathroom and was so puzzled by Ping he brought her out of the restroom, placed her on the table, and struck up a conversation. You see, sheer puzzlement.
Yet on this evening Friend was completely unphased by the oddities who make a home in Lauren's Guest Bathroom. This is because Friend is far more strange than either Cobra or Ping. Friend had a very bad case of the hicups and though a handstand might rid of them. I agreed. Why, she could have gone upstairs and had a handstand extravaganza all to herself. She could have freely handstood in the open living room space and asked the boys present to turn around so that she did not flash the world. Nope, on this night night, my stranger than ping or cobra Friend handstood in a bathroom half her tiny size creating a hole in the dry wall.
Friend shall remain anonomous.
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