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Men's room etiquette
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How easily these threads deteriorate from men's room to poo.
pfft. Like you don't poo.
pfft. Like you don't poo.
I'm a gurrrl. We don't poo. We make beautiful rose petals and sugar cubes.
What irritates me is those guys that seems to think that it is ok to talk to other people who they are standing at a urinal. C'mon man. I am standing there holdig my penis. So are you. I don't really want to talk to you in this situation. Wait till I am at least washing my freaking hands if you have seomthing all that important to say. Preferably till I have cleared the restroom completely.
So what I really put in my coffee is....
You put rose petals in your coffee?
WEIRDO!!!!
Ah man, the unspoken rules of the mens room will always be something that bugs me, mainly because no-one in the high school I went to every respected them.
I'll admit, if there was ever someone on the crapper, I would often kick the stall door, lob bog roll over the top, whizz on the floor of the stall next to them to threaten them with a foot-soaking and so on.
In fact, if the urinals were closed I used to point my stream under the next cubicles's wall and listen to my mates get shirty as they reposition to try and avoid the yellow stuff.
Mind you, even if the urinals were open, there is always one guy who goes into a crapper, even if he's just having a whizz. And of course, he'll lock the door behind him. This is the perfect oppertunity for bombardment. Empty bottles, bog roll, anything you could get your hands on was game to throw over the top wall of the stall and onto his head.
Of course, it was not considered rude to whizz on the seat, as, well, who would take a dump in school?
Some people had no respect for graffiti rights. You'd be reading the walls and updates, and you'd have your marker pen or your biro out writing something, and some goon would be behind you, giving you the evil eye. Whats the deal with that?
I'll admit, if there was ever someone on the crapper, I would often kick the stall door, lob bog roll over the top, whizz on the floor of the stall next to them to threaten them with a foot-soaking and so on.
In fact, if the urinals were closed I used to point my stream under the next cubicles's wall and listen to my mates get shirty as they reposition to try and avoid the yellow stuff.
Mind you, even if the urinals were open, there is always one guy who goes into a crapper, even if he's just having a whizz. And of course, he'll lock the door behind him. This is the perfect oppertunity for bombardment. Empty bottles, bog roll, anything you could get your hands on was game to throw over the top wall of the stall and onto his head.
Of course, it was not considered rude to whizz on the seat, as, well, who would take a dump in school?
Some people had no respect for graffiti rights. You'd be reading the walls and updates, and you'd have your marker pen or your biro out writing something, and some goon would be behind you, giving you the evil eye. Whats the deal with that?
Ah man, the unspoken rules of the mens room will always be something that bugs me, mainly because no-one in the high school I went to every respected them.
I'll admit, if there was ever someone on the crapper, I would often kick the stall door, lob bog roll over the top, whizz on the floor of the stall next to them to threaten them with a foot-soaking and so on.
In fact, if the urinals were closed I used to point my stream under the next cubicles's wall and listen to my mates get shirty as they reposition to try and avoid the yellow stuff.
Mind you, even if the urinals were open, there is always one guy who goes into a crapper, even if he's just having a whizz. And of course, he'll lock the door behind him. This is the perfect oppertunity for bombardment. Empty bottles, bog roll, anything you could get your hands on was game to throw over the top wall of the stall and onto his head.
Of course, it was not considered rude to whizz on the seat, as, well, who would take a dump in school?
Some people had no respect for graffiti rights. You'd be reading the walls and updates, and you'd have your marker pen or your biro out writing something, and some goon would be behind you, giving you the evil eye. Whats the deal with that?
Ahhh, so my paranoia in not closing the the stall door when I whizz IS justified!!??
It would seem so.
Recalling one funny incident, a friend of mine kicked a stall door a little too hard and broke the lock off (the kick is meant to rattle the door, not break it), exposing some poor kid on the john.
Another not so funny incident, going for a slash and discovering someone had written on the walls using a turd like a pen. :scowl:
I've always wondered if it was less polite at a urinal to point the stream directly into the water... making a louder noise... or aim it at the porcelain backing, risking splashback.
Pretty good stuff here....
I usually walk in to the bathroom with mine already hanging out ready to go. That way I can walk to my urinal, read the walls, and maybe talk to the guy next to me. Awesome!
And folks tell me to work on my "people skills..." Shoot...
I usually walk in to the bathroom with mine already hanging out ready to go. That way I can walk to my urinal, read the walls, and maybe talk to the guy next to me. Awesome!
And folks tell me to work on my "people skills..." Shoot...
Point it at the porcelain, but with a slight angle downwards...it's silent, nearly, and the downward angle stops the splashback of a full frontal slash.
Probably just a childhood habit. For all we know Mum sent him right before they went out and Dad shouted at him for taking too long from the car...
So I'd just tell him to put it away. If I see it again in that manner, I would compliment him on it and ask if its out for me?
Next time we were standing together mid urination I would lean over, chuckle and comment on the weather.
Maybe even ask to measure them one day. Make jokes in the lunch room about toilet room etiquette maybe even email that trojan carrying etiquette test that did the Internet rounds in the late 90's to everyone including him.
But I would not be awkwarded into silence.
Yep, I'm like Stiffler from American Pie. Through and through
So I'd just tell him to put it away. If I see it again in that manner, I would compliment him on it and ask if its out for me?
Next time we were standing together mid urination I would lean over, chuckle and comment on the weather.
Maybe even ask to measure them one day. Make jokes in the lunch room about toilet room etiquette maybe even email that trojan carrying etiquette test that did the Internet rounds in the late 90's to everyone including him.
But I would not be awkwarded into silence.
Yep, I'm like Stiffler from American Pie. Through and through
There was a guy where I used to work who wouldn't use the urinal to pee... he'd go into the stall and drop his pants clear down around his ankles like he was four years old.
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