Topic: Now I can be with you even when I am taking a poop.
Catherine !TGirlYJKXM started this discussion 9 years ago #57,282
I got a new Chromebook from a Black Friday sale which will be handy for school and general Internet use while in bed. I am currently sitting on the toilet while writing this thread. I can take all of you lovelies with me wherever I go. It's like I have a true boyfriend or girlfriend and I am not forever alone. ;_;
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Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 9 years ago, 4 minutes later[^] [v] #736,381
> black friday sale
Capitalist scum cogwheel. Thanks
Capitalist scum cogwheel. Thanks
The Doctor !7MHPahvoGY joined in and replied with this 9 years ago, 7 minutes later, 12 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #736,382
Anonymous D joined in and replied with this 9 years ago, 2 minutes later, 14 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #736,384
You know how it is. You’re enjoying yourself, kicking back and relaxing at the pub or maybe at the library; or maybe you’re in class or just casually surfing the internet, indulging in a little conversation. And suddenly a monkey drops by you feeling like begging like to be your girlfriend or boyfriend. You can not have anyone, no matter how hard you try even not by (c)hanging yourself or wanting to cut your dingus off to get friends. A women, mhm, a person, that needs to say, she sits on teh fucking toilet and needs to feel love in the bathroom while she is fucking taking a dump is fucking ... undeniably disturbed.Time for the Psych Yard ---------------------------->
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buu joined in and replied with this 9 years ago, 4 seconds later, 14 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #736,385
what's your phone situation? I mostly post on my phone to look busy
Catherine !TGirlYJKXM (OP) replied with this 9 years ago, 3 minutes later, 18 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #736,389
Anonymous B replied with this 9 years ago, 9 seconds later, 18 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #736,390
buu replied with this 9 years ago, 4 minutes later, 23 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #736,392
@previous (B)
like if I'm in line or waiting in public or so I don't have to talk to people if there's people I don't want to talk to or look at
that's usually when I would smoke but I'm smoking less. busy isn't a good word
occupied
@736,389 (Catherine !TGirlYJKXM)
but not on the toilet? why you gonna bring your Chromebook in there but not your phone?
like if I'm in line or waiting in public or so I don't have to talk to people if there's people I don't want to talk to or look at
that's usually when I would smoke but I'm smoking less. busy isn't a good word
occupied
@736,389 (Catherine !TGirlYJKXM)
but not on the toilet? why you gonna bring your Chromebook in there but not your phone?
Catherine !TGirlYJKXM (OP) replied with this 9 years ago, 4 minutes later, 27 minutes after the original post[^] [v] #736,393
@previous (buu)
This is most likely a one-time thing. I just wanted to be goofy. But a Chromebook is a laptop whereas a phone is, well, a phone. So I can understand why someone would require the use of a laptop while they are on the toilet.
This is most likely a one-time thing. I just wanted to be goofy. But a Chromebook is a laptop whereas a phone is, well, a phone. So I can understand why someone would require the use of a laptop while they are on the toilet.
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Anonymous F joined in and replied with this 9 years ago, 1 day later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #736,664
I worked in an Italian restaurant in Austin, Texas, in the late 1990s. One Sunday, along with two other servers and a manager, I was inside the dining room setting up for the evening. The restaurant did not open until five o’clock that day; around four-thirty, through the windows, we saw a woman run up to the front door and desperately yank on the handle, trying to wrench it open. When she realized it was locked she banged on the windows, screaming something. The manager hastily went to open the door; he thought perhaps she was in danger of some kind. When he opened the door, she attempted to push past him, yelling that she had a major emergency and had to “get the hell in dat bat’room NOW!” The manager tried to explain that the restaurant was not yet open, and that she should come back at five! o’clock. The woman paid no attention to him, and sped off toward the restrooms using a strange, shambling gait. One of the other servers gasped; I took another look and saw that this lady had thick, muddy poo running down the backs of her legs! My response was to laugh uncontrollably until my stomach hurt and I had almost peed myself. The manager didn’t find it quite so hilarious, however; he knew that a problem was brewing in the bathroom, and that he would be the one who would have to attend to it.
The restaurant opened for business at five o’clock, but the woman had not yet come out of the bathroom. A few patrons came in to dine, but we weren’t, as of yet, busy. The manager was keeping a keen eye on the restroom door, waiting for the woman to emerge. I don’t know what he was planning on saying to her (what would he have said anyway? “Hey! How dare you crap in our bathroom!”?), but he never had a chance to say anything. When she finally came out, she made a beeline for the exit, keeping her head down and moving fast. The manager went into the bathroom and let out a little shriek. When I went to look, I saw that there was poo smeared all over the toilet seat, the floor, and the sink. There were poopy handprints on the paper towel dispenser and streaks on the wall. The smell was unbelievable, the more sickening because it was mingled with the aromas of sausage, peppers, and tomato sauce from the kitchen. I am sorry to say that, once again, I lost control and la! ughed until I had the hiccups. The manager, however, looked extremely nonplussed as he filled a mop bucket with water and put on a pair of rubber gloves, preparing to purge the noxious mess. I did not envy him as I returned to the dining room and attended to customers with what little composure I could muster. I later worked in a bar where patrons would poop, and occasionally vomit, in the urinals, but I have never seen anything quite as cataclysmic as the foul cesspool left behind by “Gravylegs.”
The restaurant opened for business at five o’clock, but the woman had not yet come out of the bathroom. A few patrons came in to dine, but we weren’t, as of yet, busy. The manager was keeping a keen eye on the restroom door, waiting for the woman to emerge. I don’t know what he was planning on saying to her (what would he have said anyway? “Hey! How dare you crap in our bathroom!”?), but he never had a chance to say anything. When she finally came out, she made a beeline for the exit, keeping her head down and moving fast. The manager went into the bathroom and let out a little shriek. When I went to look, I saw that there was poo smeared all over the toilet seat, the floor, and the sink. There were poopy handprints on the paper towel dispenser and streaks on the wall. The smell was unbelievable, the more sickening because it was mingled with the aromas of sausage, peppers, and tomato sauce from the kitchen. I am sorry to say that, once again, I lost control and la! ughed until I had the hiccups. The manager, however, looked extremely nonplussed as he filled a mop bucket with water and put on a pair of rubber gloves, preparing to purge the noxious mess. I did not envy him as I returned to the dining room and attended to customers with what little composure I could muster. I later worked in a bar where patrons would poop, and occasionally vomit, in the urinals, but I have never seen anything quite as cataclysmic as the foul cesspool left behind by “Gravylegs.”
Green !BEERiVqJJw joined in and replied with this 9 years ago, 1 hour later, 1 day after the original post[^] [v] #736,695
Have you ever seen Lethal Weapon 2?