There are some women who are totally convinced that anyone younger than they knows LESS than jack shit.
Some of these women who have insisted that i needed to marry, have kids, join a convent*, plan a huge froufrou wedding extravanganza with more than a dozen bridesmaids… all these different women have been black. I don’t know what’s up with that. And i can’t join a convent because NOT ONLY am not catholic. I’m an atheist.
All the more reason! Get some God in ya girl!
You, first.
God fight!
College-age males: Ambushing people with your shit is not funny. Don’t leave it in the toilet bowl, don’t leave on the bathroom floor hiding under a newspaper, and especially don’t leave it in the laundry room utility sink.
Learn the rules of urinal etiquette. Follow the rules of urinal etiquette. Do not under any circumstances utter a word to anyone at the urinal.
And for Pete’s sake, flush it when you’re done. And don’t throw crap in it, like cigarettes or chewing gum or whatever.
Yeah, 'cause Stan Schmenge could come plowing through there on his bicycle and we all know what happens next.
And what’s with the spitting? I do not need to be standing next to a guy spitting into the urinal.
Speaking of that, can we just dispense with the public spitting altogether? It’s completely unnecessary. Don’t spit on the sidewalk or pavement, where people might walk. Don’t spit on the grass, where people might sit. Don’t spit on the wall, where someone might lean. And by Krypton’s red sun, don’t spit across the freakin’ doorway of the CVS pharmacy, where I might just be coming out of!
I feel you; however, I may have been know to squeal before.
I don’t give a crap. I’m a university graduate. I have a successful career and my opinions are sought after. I’m am generally regarded as intelligent by friends, family and coworkers. I make a comfortable income and can afford to purchase expensive handbags occasionally and still pay my bills.
If I want to squeal when I see a nice hand bag, or a fabulous pair of shoes, I’m going to squeal. *
I also occasionally snort when I laugh. Get over it - it in no way diminishes me as a woman, and it certainly doesn’t make you look superior if you look down your nose at me, or the other shoe/bag loving non-squealing ladies in the crowd just because it’s not your thing.
*FWIW, I’ve also been known to squeal over a really hot car. Perhaps like this: DROOL
I actually did laugh out loud at this mind picture - of Stan Schmenge riding his bike through the men’s room and getting his tire jammed up on some gum in the urinal and flipping right over the handlebars. :D:D:D
If it’s just a urinal, better to not flush, flushing urine wastes water and energy.
Better to make the whole damn place stink of urine? I think not. That’s the whole point of a water closet.
So you delicate nose is more important than the environment?:rolleyes:
:rolleyes: yourself. The stench of urine in my vicinity is an environmental problem.
I’m not going back into church and that’s all there is to it. I don’t believe in God and the bible is nothing more than Bronze Age superstitions saved in a paper format. I have no intention of being married or buried in a church.
On the off chance it’s necessary, I just want to mention that I was joking.
I had thought that you were probably joking, but wanted to make myself clear.
Fuck you. I will spit in the urinal specifically because I hate public spitting. If I need to spit, blow my nose or perform some other unpleasant activity I will go to the one public place where foul bodily functions can be conducted with the minimum of distress to innocent civilians: The Men’s Toilet.
So you think it’s disgusting? I think you’re disgusting. We’re men - we’re all disgusting. Get the fuck over it.
Unless you’ve just realized that someone has switched your Altoids for cyanide pills, you don’t need to spit.