There isn’t a restroom in sight and I can’t Hang Ten more minutes.

Excuse me, that stall is temporarily out of service, pending my Re-entry.

I have a total Wipe Out on my hands and, unfortunately, I’m holding the last square of toilet paper.

Until I’ve evacuated this stall, and a Swell of deodorizer kicks in, I’d keep your hands and Toes-on-the-Nose, if I were you.

I’m confident I’ll Make a Wave or two before noon.

I’ll just Drop In at that fast-food joint over there and Tailslide into their Bowl before my Bottom is all Blown Out.

I really need to Cutback on my morning coffee.