I went ahead and took care of the liquid portion of my trip. Solids later. I didn't want to give the person the satisfaction of knowing that I wanted one of those stalls. I know, personally, I'm always amused when I'm in the stall and someone immediately leaves because they want stall privacy. I always think, "HaHaHaHa!!! Victory is MINE!!!!" And I know they meant to tah-ay because they either:
(a) Simply walk out (usually with a huge sigh or grunt) or
(b) Wash their hands and exit (yeah, right. like that's all you intended to do)
Speaking of poo, I got this radass book from a friend for my birthday. It's called What's Your Poo Telling You.
The descriptions and illustrations are HIL-AR-[wait for it]-I-OUS! Funny stuff.
And, oh yeah, buy the new Black Eyed Peas CD, The E.N.D. Good stuff. It makes me shake my bum bum.
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I was going to insert a dirty bathroom joke because you mentioned not being able to poo, and then shaking your bum bum to Black Eyed Peas. But nah, I won't.
What? Too late?
Nevermind.
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