So before going to bed, as usual I had to empty my bladder. But I was too chicken to use my own toilet. So I went to my brother Paul's room to use his toilet. He asked me why, I told him the story. Then my brother Paul the hero went to check my toilet, to make sure that the lizard isn't in there anymore.
And this is why girls need an older brother, if not two (another to help you go on holidays).
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