ERawk wrote:Randall, I love ya but TMI my good man.

Everyone poops, darling.

ERawk wrote:

H-GM wrote:

ERawk wrote:Randall, I love ya but TMI my good man.

Everyone poops, darling.

I know but I'm about to eat soon...

Ever try eating and pooping at the same time? Circle of life, yo.

H-GM wrote:

ERawk wrote:

H-GM wrote:

ERawk wrote:Randall, I love ya but TMI my good man.

Everyone poops, darling.

I know but I'm about to eat soon...

Ever try eating and pooping at the same time? Circle of life, yo.

Sometimes I just flush food straight down the toilet. Take that, Haiti.

ERawk wrote:I think I've drank a beer while pissing, doesn't that count?

Hot.

What other personal behaviors, quirks, and/or scatalogical mishagosh can I get you to fess up to, darling?

Oh, I know!

Have you ever pooped while the col. was taking a shower? Vice-versa? Steam from the shower mixed with poo-smell is quite oppressive. Sorta like smoking when you poo.

ERawk wrote:
I'm banned from the bathroom when it's deuce time for him.

He's one of those people, huh? The kind that cough or turn on the faucet.

Panic's just a bundle of issues.

ERawk wrote:

H-GM wrote:Ever try eating and pooping at the same time? Circle of life, yo.

I think I've drank a beer while pissing, doesn't that count?

There are so many glorious hours in the day that we can well afford to decant our pleasures one by one and savor each in its turn. To compress and stack them so? Madness.

The shit/shower couple conundrum is gracefully solved by having an old school two-room bathroom. One water closet con shitter, one main sink/bath room for showering and related ablutions. Barring that setup, I'm on Panic's side: the a.m. deuce, like the morning shower, is quality alone time. Not to mention that to shit in clammy humidity, as to shower in the stank vapor of one's beloved, is to debase each.

Page 4 and no mention from any of the women about their contributions to the "art" on the funky side of the lid.

I'm assuming it's because they never see it.

Have a look-ski!

Work Update :

Well, I had it out with some of the ladies today. It all started when the figurehead mouthy-broad (whose husband left her for a younger woman and whose two children want nothing to do with her) started gossiping with my boss (who is also a woman) about how silly she thought I was being, how maybe I should just use the alley from now on (to piss), how she had been watching me closely, and that I "never" put the seat down etc... Mindless.

So I go out there and I'm like, "So, I heard you were talking about me". My boss (to me) is like "I don't see why you need to make such a big deal about this, why don't you just put the seat down and let it go etc...". I explained (for the twentieth time in two days) that I consider it ridiculous that men should (under duress, in this case) put the seat down when no one ever even entertains the idea of women leaving the seat up. And also that it's only fair if everyone uses the toilet seat as needed. That way, no one has any valid reason for resentment. I also took this opportunity to tell the mouthy broad that I'm not there make friends with anyone, instead I'm there to make money. That seemed to shut her up.

Next up, the woman who originally asked me to put the seat down yesterday requests a private talk with me. She overheard my conversation with the other two and now she's pissed. She starts by saying that she considers it a matter of respect to leave the seat down. I tell her that that is only an opinion, and that there's absolutely no workplace rule or law to that effect. I then state that there would be a lot more respect involved if everyone was allowed to do what works for them as regards the toilet seat. That doesn't go over too well. She picks up some paper trash and throws it on the floor. Then she says (tears starting to well-up in her eyes), " See, this is like what you have done, and then you just walk away like you don't care !". I say,"No, that would be more like me not flushing the toilet. And I always do." She goes on a bit more about 'no respect'. And I go on a bit more about that being her opinion. All the while, I actually get the impression she wants to hit me. After all that bad noise, she just walks away saying, "Well, I can see what your opinion is !"

Huh?

My solution to this seat up/seat down problem is simple: I ALWAYS put the seat and lid down. That way, everybody has to do something to get access - this to me seems fair. Oddly, this has also annoyed some women. I get great delight from this annoyance though.

Wait.... I'm supposed to put the seat up when I piss standing up? I've always wondered why I thought it was important to perfect my aim.