First and foremost, apologies if the Spanish translation of my title is incorrect. It means “I’m stuck in a Spanish bathroom” however as I only did Spanish to a “GCSE” grade and funnily enough, I haven’t ever learnt about bathrooms, it could be wrong. This article I wish to write is very brief, unlike my other articles which are rather opinionated, this article has a very story-telling approach to it. In fact, I think it’s an utterly pointless, stupid, inhumane idea writing this article as I am embarrassing myself even more than I already have since I’ve joined the land of imagination, gossip and excitement. Otherwise known as Chess Cl… oh I mean Habbox. 

As you may be aware, hopefully not so this article has a point, I did go on holiday in October 2010… to Spain in fact. Rather sweet and dazzling place, till you reach the toilets. Obviously before you go back home from Spain you want to have one last walkthrough of the urination cycle to make sure you don’t suffocate on the aeroplane (or airplane!). Unfortunately, I did this 20 minutes before the coach arrived to pick me up. So I get locked in the toilets. Yes, I get locked in the toilets. YES, I GET LOCKED IN THE TOILETS. I was screaming… in Spanish. Fortunately I got let out 3 minutes before the coach arrived and hyperventilated. Now I’ve humiliated myself a hell of a lot, you can do the same by leaving a comment on this article. 

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