Paper Or Plastic?

So my friend, T.B (Poo, tracksuit, Wal-Mart) went on a date one night, many moons ago, with her boy friend of only a few weeks. After a nice dinner, they went back to his apartment to hang out and watch T.V. While there, T.B began feeling the effects of her dinner and went to the bathroom. She took care of business and went to flush. Nothing happened. She jingled the handle, pulled the top off...you name it she tried it. Now, cell phones were not really an option, so she couldn't call her friends for panic mode control. She continued to work with the ceramic throne until it was obvious that it simply wasn't going to work. There was no way in H-E-double hockey sticks she was going to get him. Seconds before she gave into the fear and chaos that gripped her, she spotted a small brown paper sack She looked into the water and back at the empty paper sack. Should she? Did she even dare? Desperate times called for desperate measures. So she loaded up the...the...prize, and walked out of the bathroom with the bag in her hand, folded like a sack lunch.

"I'll be right back, " T. B. told boyfriend.

"Where you goin?" he asked.

"I just need to run out to my car for a second," she replied as she continued toward the door. She was focused on her task.

"I'll get it for you babe," he offered, getting up off the couch.

"No, no. That's okay. It's kind of personal, " she smiled. Her bag crinkled with each step.

"What's in that sack?"

"Just...stuff," T.B. replied.

"What kind of stuff?"

"Does it really matter? Its kind of rude for you to keep asking me these questions, " She grew irritated.

"I'm sorry. I'm just a little curious. You don't go in with a brown paper bag but you walk out with one."

"It's a turd okay! It's a turd in a brown sack? Are you happy? It wouldn't flush so I had to load it up so I could take it out to the dumpster? Anything else?"

"Where did you get the bag?"