lol..ok you keep dodging those pathogens....DWow, there are a lot of people who have never heard of the word "Pathogen".
lol..ok you keep dodging those pathogens....DWow, there are a lot of people who have never heard of the word "Pathogen".
That's a given, you must always use splash guards.
I usually mitigate against splashback with some tp in the bowl first, though.
Go back one page to my post yesterday...5 pages and nobody used the phrase "havana omelette"
Well, I hope you never have a run-in a la Larry David..."You wait!"Just got back and realized hopw much I like the handicapped poopers, what with the elevated seating and that handrail makes a neat place to hang the newspaper. We don't have any handicapped people here at work ( at least not physically) so it's open stall. Like George Constanza said, I love it because I feel like a gargoyle perched up there.
Would you fake a stutter?Well, I hope you never have a run-in a la Larry David..."You wait!"
I hate the handicapped poopers. Not clausterphobic enough, and they bring me unacceptably close to a foot dangle. I'm too old for that.
No matter how many times I hear it, it still freaks me out. All I want to do is take care of my business and get out and I feel like someone is trying to talk to me.
I will NEVER answer the phone in the sh!ter, it's wrong.
OK - I'll brave the waters. How many times did you sh*t on your sleeve and wipe your ass with your sock before you EVENTUALLY wised up and carried tp???after working in apple orchards growing up, I quickly came to love the toilet bowl gods. Nothing like going home at the end of the day sans one sock or the sleeves on your ****... We eventually wised up and carried tp with us in case of emergencies.
The "sleeves on your ****" makes me think he wrapped his poo with his sleeve then wiped with a sockOK - I'll brave the waters. How many times did you sh*t on your sleeve and wipe your ass with your sock before you EVENTUALLY wised up and carried tp???
Who knows what that brush touched before it wiped down my seat.
Are there any germs, virus, or pathogens than can withstand bleach?
It took me a while to remember that Subway had "Sandwich Artists".Oh noes,
My sandwich artist was on the $hitter.!
Google search, n00B!what is a panty waist?
Yes, I am super rich fat man, and I hire great artists to create me detailed paintings of sandwiches in anticipation of lunch.It took me a while to remember that Subway had "Sandwich Artists".
I was totally overthinking that for a second there...
look man, I Will do a lot of crazy things, but I really have geramphobia about bathrooms.I still disapprove of any guy being such a panty waist.
fixedYes, I am super rich fat man, and I hire great artists to create me detailed paintings of sandwhiches in anticipation of lunch. And I pay them to let me watch them poop
WTF?5Originally an undergarment worn by children comprising a "waist," an upper garment coming to the waist, to which panties were buttoned to keep kids from losing them.
Pvssy.look man, I Will do a lot of crazy things, but I really have geramphobia about bathrooms.
I envy you.Wow, never knew there were so many toilet seat wussies out there.
I throw down anywhere. Really I don't have a choice. it's either that or I crap my pants. Some of us aren't regular like the rest of you picky poopers.
The mens stahls are full, i'm headed to the ladies room.
Riding at snowshoe on the pro course and an urgent stomach gurgle hits and I'm trackside with the Dianese suit around my ankles. As an aside - when sh!tting in the woods it helps to find a fallen tree that is a few feet off the ground to hook the back of your knees into. Acts as a nice toilet seat and takes the burn out of your thighs especially when you are riding.
Even at my old job with the single toilet (some of you think this is good...but) right in front (both within audio range and sense of smell) or our administrative assistants desk. Not only would she know how long you were in there she could also here you when jailbreak erupted.
Just this weekend I had a new one which was on an airplane, which I always had hoped to avoid.
I had a crazy friend who used to take cantelope, apples, etc... and go in the bathroom at work when it was empty. The company was pretty big and soon as someone came in he would start grunting, stomping his feet, pounding the stahl and toss a canteloupe in the bowl. Water splashed everywhere and he'd give a big sigh of relief. People ran like track stars out of there.
So that's what that was. I thought I was smelling a dead animal by the trail.Riding at snowshoe on the pro course and an urgent stomach gurgle hits and I'm trackside with the Dianese suit around my ankles
Ask Broken Spoke for the technical term.It took me a while to remember that Subway had "Sandwich Artists".
I was totally overthinking that for a second there...