Hey, I play solitaire on my PDA in the can as well. Well, actually I mostly play Freecell.
I don’t see why people are appalled by this. I sit down, take the PDA out of my pocket, do my business, pocket my PDA again, and then begin the cleanup process. I’m not seeing how the germs are going to get on my PDA in any worse fashion than they would get in my hair or on my clothes. I haven’t touched any nasty bits before handling the PDA, and it is safely tucked away before the flush atomizes all the germs into the atmosphere.
I suffer from a variant of Shy Bowel Syndrome. It’s called Aline Bowl Syndrome.
Rather than being concerned with the other occupants in the head at the time, it concerns how you feel about taking a dump on a new toilet bowl which is for now, Alien to you. After the first few times, the Alienness wears off and I can go back to being a typical immodest man again
I suffer from a variant of Shy Bowel Syndrome. It’s called Alien Bowl Syndrome.
Rather than being concerned with the other occupants in the head at the time, it concerns how you feel about taking a dump on a new toilet bowl which is for now, Alien to you. After the first few times, the Alienness wears off and I can go back to being a typical immodest man again
I’m a bathroom reader. I think I inherited it from my dad. I can’t even go near a bathroom without a book. At home, I’m quite happy to go in the bathroom with a book and hang out for awhile. My fiance has been known to knock on the door during our weekends together to ask if I’m okay.
However, in a public bathroom, I’m shy - I’m also phobic about coming out of the stall if there’s anyone else at the sinks. Mostly at work - I don’t know why. But I refuse to come out of the stall until the bathroom is empty - I can’t stand being at the sinks with anyone else. Of course, half the time, I end up with the idiots who stand in front of the mirror fluffing their hair or making faces for minutes on end.
Kind of not related, really just bragging, but i’m definately not “fart shy”.
Once, on a training course conducted by a really old and boring ass badger whose name sounded similar to brownass, i farted in front of the entire group of 18 coworkers.
Said boring old coot was demonstrating statistics that would be equivalent to high school level to a group of university graduated research scientists that live and breath statistics. The group, Including myself, was a little bit pissed off and bored to tears. When he left the room, i got up, went to the lecturn, got his coffee cup, placed it against my ass and farted into it while it was still half full of hot coffee, then replaced it and returned to my seat in front of a group of startled and amused “lab rats”. The group fell silent, then the giggles started only to be stifled by Brownass’s return. When he did have a quaff of his coffee the group broke out in hysterics, He still doesn’t know why…revenge on old brownass complete. My reputation was nearly ruined…nearly, I am still regularly reminded of that day by workmates and i threaten to fart in new workers cups if they piss me off!!
I believe that Ms. Manners advises that you should utter a humungous grunt like you were benching a 700 pound barbell, then make as loud a fake farting noise as possible followed by standing on the toilet rim and dropping a canteloup into the bowl from 7 feet up.
