The McMicken house was an incredible place of music with an accompanying set of illegal indiscretions that made it all the more entertaining. This was an excellent place to get hammered and hear the latest, ultra coolest music as this was the realm of the Laughing Gecko and his compadres.
Usually there were quite a few people there and this time they had a visitor, we'll call him Bertrand, from the UK.
As a brief aside, it may be important to note that saying 'toilet' makes an American's teeth hurt. Americans need to say bathroom. We don't know why. This relates to the story as the toilet was in an actual bathroom and that's what makes the story interesting.
After the evening had progressed for a time, Bertrand announced that he needed to use the toilet. While Americans don't like to say the word, it is recognized and another Lizard Man directed him down the hallway to the bathroom.
When Bertrand left the room, everyone went silent and waited. They knew what was going to come as this was not the first time.
After a short time, there was a scream and Bertrand came racing out of the bathroom, shouting indignantly, "There's a fucking alligator in your bloody bathtub!"
Lizard Man said, "Relax. It's only a caiman."
"Caiman, alligator, I don't bloody care. It was looking direct at my gentleman's area," shouted Bertrand.
"Is your gentleman's area still present, Bertrand," asked Lizard Man.
"That's not the bloody point! I'm not accustomed to exposing my gentleman's area to large creatures with vastly more teeth than they really need."
"No worries, mate. He's been fed," said Lizard Man.
"He looked bloody hungry to me."
And so life goes at the McMicken House.
Usually there were quite a few people there and this time they had a visitor, we'll call him Bertrand, from the UK.
As a brief aside, it may be important to note that saying 'toilet' makes an American's teeth hurt. Americans need to say bathroom. We don't know why. This relates to the story as the toilet was in an actual bathroom and that's what makes the story interesting.
After the evening had progressed for a time, Bertrand announced that he needed to use the toilet. While Americans don't like to say the word, it is recognized and another Lizard Man directed him down the hallway to the bathroom.
When Bertrand left the room, everyone went silent and waited. They knew what was going to come as this was not the first time.
After a short time, there was a scream and Bertrand came racing out of the bathroom, shouting indignantly, "There's a fucking alligator in your bloody bathtub!"
Lizard Man said, "Relax. It's only a caiman."
"Caiman, alligator, I don't bloody care. It was looking direct at my gentleman's area," shouted Bertrand.
"Is your gentleman's area still present, Bertrand," asked Lizard Man.
"That's not the bloody point! I'm not accustomed to exposing my gentleman's area to large creatures with vastly more teeth than they really need."
"No worries, mate. He's been fed," said Lizard Man.
"He looked bloody hungry to me."
And so life goes at the McMicken House.
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