Santo Rugger, you, ah, what now? That needs a thread of it’s own I think.
Somewhat related, there’s a woman who works with me who is a very… loud… person. She routinely talks to her bowel movements and to other people in adjacent stalls and is just generally the COMPLETE OPPOSITE from how I behave in public restrooms (let’s pretend like we’re not all in here together. shh!)
If I hear this lady walk into the restroom, I will routinely play Bejeweled on my phone or text from the stall until she leaves, just to avoid awkward conversation.
Yesterday, I left my cell phone at my desk. I resorted to making crude paper snowflakes with squares of toilet paper until she finally left. :smack:
Variation: I sleep in sweats (cold months) or shorts and t-shirt (warm) with socks, but not shoes. The reason is I’m a volunteer fireman, and it saves time when I get paged at O dark thirty.
When I was a bachelor (and not a fireman) I liked sleeping buck nekkid.
No…but I smell it anyway. 
I guess I could start a whole thread so we can talk about it more, but I don’t think that’s really necessary. Sicko. 
Sicko.
Whole bunch of sickos in here, I tell ya!
Sickos indeed! I’ve never done such things in my life!
I sometimes use socks for ‘private time’ clean up, then throw them into the wash and wear them
When no one else is in the apartment, I shower or use the bathroom with the door open. The cats come in, lie on the mat, and I talk to them. It’s very friendly.
I talk to mine but only to wave bye when I flush.
That’s awesome. I love light pink nipples. I’m also going to request a cite, please. 
Awww. Nothing wrong with that. Before my cat Bobo died, he used to always come and sit on the ledge between the shower curtain and the liner when someone was in the shower. He’d meow and bat at the curtain and then lick the faucet when you got out. He was diabetic.
As for me…I’m trying to get away from this, but I still bite my fingernails and toenails. Not out of nervous habit, but just to trim them. I’ve always hated the feeling of the clippers on my toes. Once, last month, I had the wifey use clippers on my toes, and it wasn’t too bad I guess. But, I can’t say I enjoyed it.
I never close the bathroom door, unless company is over. My husband finds that very annoying.
When I go to bed at night before my husband, I will leave my farts to smolder under the comforter so he gets a nice treat when he comes to bed. We make quite an impressive pair, his make lots of noise, but do not stink, mine are all silent but deadly.
He has woken me up at night with his gas…
One of my cats comes *into *the shower with me. I keep the showerhead pointed mostly down, and he sits at the far end of the tub and splashes about. He’s a weird cat.
Um… that’s all you’re gettin’, people.
For me, yes on one of those, no on the other.
Do you poop in front of him? :eek:
My orgasm reflex doesn’t wake up until about an hour after I do.
Our house has an open door policy for the bathroom as well. I don’t have much to add, although for some odd reason I’ve always wondered (fantasized?) about Santo’s experience. Must have been that Penthouse article I read when I was about 16. 
Oh man, what ISNT TMI about me?
[spoiler]
I masturbate. A lot. It isn’t out of a lack of female assistance in that regard, I just like doing it. If I’m having trouble falling asleep, or I wake up and don’t really have to be up for another 2 hours, I’ll rub one out and generally it helps me fall asleep.
I’ve eaten out my last girlfriend many times while she was on her period. There was kind of an off taste but surprisingly in practice the act was not as gross as it seems in theory.
Generally I keep myself very clean, particularly in the butt reigion. However one time when sleeping with a FWB I decided to sleep in the nude. Later the next day she texted me saying she had to wash her sheets because I left skid marks on them :eek: Another time with a previous girlfriend I inexplicably wet the bed while sleeping with her in her bed.
The most epic farts are, in my opinion, right after you’ve had a Sigmoidoscopy; they fill you full of air and look in your rectum with a little camera, and in my case they didn’t use sedation. The procedure was uncomfortable but not awful. The best part, though, is after they are done. Sitting on the toilet, it feels like you are expelling a Macy’s Parade Baloon worth of gas, along with blood and other gunk. Afterward it looks like someone committed suicide in the toilet. [/spoiler]
That’s a little too adorable for a TMI thread, dontcha think?
Whoa. I’m reading some of these posts and in my head I hear the voice of the “new fish” from Shawshank Redemption: “I don’t belong here!”
Carry on.
You mean you’re not all picturing me in the shower, now?
okay quickish contribution…
judgmental… Am Euro/UK/NZ expat… but honestly you western dudes who don’t use an ass shower… I promise you… you do smell of schitt!
walking along auckland city mission bay beach front with a red hot red haired scottish babe, I had my hand hanging in the back of her jeans… sat at a beach front cafe ordered a couple of vodka tonics, lit a cigarette and nearly gagged at the smell of poop on my hand1 JEEZ! my hand wasn’t any where near her ass crack!!! Why do Hoomans blessed with strained loose sphincter muscles and a dodgy poop chute insist on using a bit of paper to chase and smear a slippery turd half way up their back?
confessional… she was so hot I licked my finger!! (schitt for toothpaste and all that!)