You Need To Shape Up, Bohol


Part of our one-month Philippine vacation last year was to visit Panglao, Bohol, for a few days. Diana and I had fun, of course, because we were able to spend some quality time with close friends whom we haven't seen for years. There was one unforgettable experience, though, when we went to a public beach.
 
When we arrived the tide was already low, so we spent our time drinking beer and eating taho on the sand. Eventually two of our friends needed to go to the restroom, but we noticed that the free public restroom was closed (on purpose, we suspected, even though there wasn't anything wrong with it). So the only choice was to go to one of the private houses, which charged 40 pesos per person -- just to take a leak. 

Our friends were naturally pissed off (pun intended), so they trudged off to look for other options. Diana, however, didn't have the option of trudging off, as her bladder was about to explode. She didn't mind paying 40 pesos. I told her I'd go take a leak after her, and she said we needed to pay another 40 pesos. I said fuck that. 

Eighty fucking pesos just for two people to take a leak? I didn't need to take a fucking dump at that time, but I wish I did. I'd leave the biggest fucking turd on the toilet, unflushed.

Bohol, you need to fucking shape up -- just like Mayor Benjie Oliva does. (I'm proposing an hour of cardio a day for the Good Mayor, at least 30 minutes of free weights, and intermittent fasting.) Lol

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