LOL fotze. The EXACT same thing happened to me when I was about 12. I came running (and screaming) out of the bathroom to tell my parents I was dieing. I was so genuinly scared I was in tears. Once my parents calmed me down I told them (loudly and very fast...remember, I only had a few minutes to live) that I was bleeding to death and they had to come look in the toilet. My Dad scoffed and begrudginly walked to the can to take a look. He walked in and looked down into the aweful red mess I had left. I was standing in the hallway, shaking, wondering what it was going to be like to see my Father absolutely flip out with panic for the first time ever. He looked up, shook his head, and said "We had beets for dinner. Flush the toilet." I walked back into the bathroom with the, "Are you really my son?" stare set to maximum.
I can sympathize with ya man, its a damn scary sight.
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