Dude, there's more fecal matter on the money in your pocket than on anyone's phone.![]()
I don't hold money up to my mouth, either.![]()
Whenever I hear someone talking on their cell phone in the office restroom, I fart as loudly as possible and start laughing.![]()
You don't hold a cell phone to your mouth, you hold it to your ear.![]()
ROFL.... that was you huh! LOL....
The RDowns story still gets me laughing to this day. I have read that piece quite a few times. I have even sent it to a couple people I know. That is a great piece of writing lol....
"The gravity of the situation"... still makes me laugh.
Just to be clear, I didn't write it. It's something I got off a usenet newsgroup in the 90s.
Don't forget 4. No tapping of toes.My public restroom rules:
1. Wash hands before and after.
2. 1 unused stall between me and the next used stall.
3. Absolutely no talking, at all, ever.
How do I put this...THE most touched object in a public bathroom is the door handles...You really gonna touch that, and then touch your junk right after? You don't know how many sick, diseased people might have come and gone...
For those women who may be reading this, let me take a moment to explain "The Move." Men know exactly what their bowels are up to at any given second. And when the time comes to empty the cache, a sequence of physiological events occur that can not be stopped under any circumstances. There is a move men make that involves simultaneously approaching the toilet, beginning the body turn to
position ones ass toward said toilet, hooking ones fingers into ones waistline, and pulling down the pants while beginning the squat at the same time. It is a very fluid motion that, when performed properly, results in the flawless expulsion of **** at the exact same second that ones ass is properly placed on the toilet seat. Done properly, it even
assures that the choad is properly inserted into the front rim of the toilet in the event that the piss stream lets loose at the same time; it is truly a picture of coordination rivaling that of a ballet dancer.
Sometimes I feel like a character in the Larry David show, I swear.
I was visiting one of our accounts yesterday and stopped to use the mens room. I'm in front of the urinal assuming I'm alone in the room. But from behind a closed stall door someone says, "So, how's it going". I'm thinking he might be able to see through the crack in the door and might be one of the staff that I know, so I respond, "Uh, Not bad." Still, this is really weird.
10 seconds pass and the gentleman then says, "What's going on?" Not wanting to be rude in case I know this guy, I respond, "Not too much." The stranger then says to me, "Dude, I'm on my cellphone."
I would always flush. Toilets were way loud in my old office building.![]()