Somebody just drydocked the middle stall!!!!

[handcrafted]

MAJOR bathroom foul!!!!

(This is where I contemplate workplace violence)

[yermom]

have you asked Major Crapper?

[Mjcpr]

I deposit only at my home bank.

[KABOOKIE]

Isn't the middle stall the F*g Stall?

[King Crimson]

people are all too unkeen on the occasionally mandatory halftime flush.

[handcrafted]

Isn't the middle stall the F*g Stall?

No, the middle stall is the one that you always take when nobody's in the can. It's etiquette, man.

[handcrafted]

I deposit only at my home bank.

:eek:

Your workday must get awfully uncomfortable at times.

[BeetDigger]

Bathrooms with high ceilings - thats the key. Stink rises. That's the reason the guy who changes lightbulbs in the toilet gets paid so much.

[Mjcpr]

:eek:

Your workday must get awfully uncomfortable at times.

No. If you plan accordingly, everything is just fine. Going at work is a last resort.

[yermom]

No, the middle stall is the one that you always take when nobody's in the can. It's etiquette, man.

i always take the handicrapped stall

it's always on the end too, so if someone else comes in, there can be a buffer stall, assuming there is more than 2

[Penguin]

No. If you plan accordingly, everything is just fine. Going at work is a last resort.


Same with me. If I go at work, it's an emergency.

[handcrafted]

Same with me. If I go at work, it's an emergency.

I'm glad the two of you have such bodily control. I can't stand having to take a pewp for more than about 10 minutes.

[oumartin]

the Wal Mart on Danforth got a workout for me on Thursday before we headed home.
I dent feel good and my kidneys were killing me. I've got it to a science though on these occasions. anyhow, I go into walmart and use the one up front to get the gas out. I then walk for about 10 minutes until the second one works up. I go to the one by lay a way and get rid of the runs(15 minutes) then I walk around a few more and to back up front and finish it off with a solid one. I then know I am done.

[SoonerInKCMO]

Same with me. If I go at work, it's an emergency.

Don't you guys get any fiber in your diet? I drop the deuce here at work three or four times a day. Nice way to break the monotony of the work day. :texan:

[Penguin]

I'm glad the two of you have such bodily control. I can't stand having to take a pewp for more than about 10 minutes.

I don't know about that. I just don't get the urge when I'm at work.

[KABOOKIE]

No, the middle stall is the one that you always take when nobody's in the can. It's etiquette, man.


No sir. The middle stall is appropriately called the "fag" stall because it is the stall that gives the pooper the best chance to have another pooper right next to him. That's why yermom chooses the handi-crapper to do his buiznass. It has a built in buffer.

[mdklatt]

No, the middle stall is the one that you always take when nobody's in the can. It's etiquette, man.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.


Learn it and live it: http://www.drinknation.com/urinaltest.php

[yermom]

now all we need is SBiB :D

[mdklatt]

I drop the deuce here at work three or four times a day.

You might want to abstain from Taco Bell for awhile.

[Harry Beanbag]

I won't even go into the state of the bathrooms where I work. I swear I must work with a bunch of cavemen.

[Czar Soonerov]

the Wal Mart on Danforth got a workout for me on Thursday before we headed home.
I dent feel good and my kidneys were killing me. I've got it to a science though on these occasions. anyhow, I go into walmart and use the one up front to get the gas out. I then walk for about 10 minutes until the second one works up. I go to the one by lay a way and get rid of the runs(15 minutes) then I walk around a few more and to back up front and finish it off with a solid one. I then know I am done.
That's almost as good as the Ryan's Steakhouse story.

Now, I know that there is a lot of embellishment that occurs on this group and I am aware that a small number of things are perhaps sheer fabrication, but I have a story to tell that is the absolute truth.
http://www.shtick.org/Misc/ryansfood1.jpgFunniest damn thing that has ever happened to me. A couple of weeks ago we decided to cruise out to Ryan's Steakhouse for dinner. It was a Wednesday night which means that macaroni and beef was on the hot bar, indeed the only night of the week that it is served. Wednesday night is also kid's night at Ryan's, complete with Dizzy the Clown wandering from table to table entertaining the little bastards. It may seem that the events about to be told have little connection to those two circumstances, but all will be clear in a moment.
We went through the line and placed our orders for the all-you-can-eat hot bar then sat down as far away from the front of the restaurant as possible in order to keep the density of kids down a bit. Then I started my move to the hot bar. Plate after plate of macaroni and beef were consumed that evening, I tell you - in all, four heaping plates of the pseudo-Italian ambrosia were shoved into my belly. I was sated. Perhaps a bit too much, however.
I had not really been feeling well all day, what with a bit of gas and such. By the time I had eaten four overwhelmed plates of food, I was in real trouble. There was so much pressure on my diaphragm that I was having trouble breathing. At the same time, the downward pressure was building. At first I thought it was only gas, which could have been passed in batches right at the table without too much concern.
Unfortunately, that was not to be. After a minute or so it was clear that I was dealing with explosive diarrhea. It's amazing how grease can make its way through your intestines far faster than the food which spawned the grease to begin with, but I digress... I got up from the table and made my way to the bathroom. Upon entering, I saw two sinks immediately inside the door, two urinals just to the right of the sinks, and two toilet stalls against the back wall. One of them was a handicapped bathroom. Now, normally I would have gone to the handicapped stall since I like to stretch out a bit when I take a good ****. But in this case, the door lock was broken and the only thing I hate worse than my wife telling me to stop cutting my toenails with a pair of diagonal wire-cutters is having someone walk in on me while I am taking a ****.
I went to the normal stall. In retrospect, I probably should have gone to the large, handicapped stall even though the door would not lock because that bit of time lost in making the stall switch proved to be a bit too long under the circumstances. By the time I had walked into the regular stall, the pressure on my *** was reaching Biblical portions. I began "The Move."
For those women who may be reading this, let me take a moment to explain "The Move." Men know exactly what their bowels are up to at any given second. And when the time comes to empty the cache, a sequence of physiological events occur that can not be stopped under any circumstances. There is a move men make that involves simultaneously approaching the toilet, beginning the body turn to position ones *** toward said toilet, hooking ones fingers into ones waistline, and pulling down the pants while beginning the squat at the same time. It is a very fluid motion that, when performed properly, results in the flawless expulsion of **** at the exact same second that one’s *** is properly placed on the toilet seat. Done properly, it even assures that the choad is properly inserted into the front rim of the toilet in the event that the **** stream lets loose at the same time; it is truly a picture of coordination rivaling that of a skilled ballet dancer.
http://www.shtick.org/Misc/ryansfood2.gifI was about halfway into "The Move" when I looked down at the floor and saw a pile of vomit that had been previously expelled by one of those little bastards attending kids night. It was mounded up in the corner so I did not notice it when I had first walked into the stall. Normally, I would not have been bothered by such a thing, but I had eaten so much and the pressure upward was so intense, that I hit a rarely experienced gag reflex. And once that reflex started, combined with the intense pressure upward caused by the bloated stomach, four plates of macaroni and beef started coming up for a rematch.
What happened next was so quick that the exact sequence of events is a bit fuzzy, but I will try to reconstruct them as best I can. In that moment of impending projectile vomiting, my attention was diverted from the goings-on at the other end. To put a freeze frame on the situation, I was half crouched down to the toilet, pants pulled down to my knees, with a load of vomit coming up my esophagus.
Now, most of you know that vomiting takes precedence over **** no matter what is about to come slamming out of your ***. It is apparently an evolutionary thing since ****ting will not kill you, but vomiting takes a presence of mind to accomplish so that you do not aspirate any food into the bronchial tubes and perhaps choke to death. My attention was thus diverted. At that very split second, my *** exploded in what can only be described as a wake...you know, as in a newspaper headline along the lines of "30,000 Killed In Wake of Typhoon Fifi" or something similar. In what seemed to be most suitably measured in cubic feet, an enormous plug of **** the consistency of thick mud with embedded pockets of greasy liquid came flying out of my ***.
But remember, I was only halfway down on the toilet at that moment. The **** wave was of such force, and of just such an angle in relation to the back curve of the toilet seat, that it ricocheted off the back of the seat and slammed into the wall - at an angle of incidence equal to the angle at which it initially hit the toilet seat. Then I sat down. Recall that when that event occurred, I was already halfway to sitting anyway and had actually reached the point of no return. I have always considered myself as relatively stable gravitationally, but when you get beyond a certain point, you're going down no matter how limber you may be. Needless to say, the **** wave, though of considerable force, was not so sufficient so as to completely glance off the toilet seat and deposit itself on the walls - unlike what you would see when hitting a puddle with a high-pressure water hose; even though you throw water at the puddle, the puddle gets moved and no water is left to re-form a puddle. There was a significant amount of **** remaining on about one-third of the seat rim which I had now just collapsed upon.
Now, back to the vomit...
While all the ****ting was going on, the vomit was still on its way up. By the time I had actually collapsed on the toilet, my mouth had filled up with a goodly portion of the macaroni and beef I had just consumed. OK, so what does the human body instinctively do when vomiting? One bends over. So I bent over. I was still sitting on the toilet, though. Therefore, bending over resulted in me placing my head above my now slightly-opened legs, positioned in between my knees and waist. Also directly above my pants which were now pulled down to a point just midway between my knees and my ankles. Oh, did I mention that I was wearing not just pants, but sweatpants with elastic on the ankles. In one mighty push, some three pounds of macaroni and beef, two or three Cokes, and a couple of Big, Fat Yeast Rolls were deposited in my pants...on the inside...with no ready exit at the bottom down by my feet. In the next several seconds, there were a handful of farts, a couple of turds, and the event ended. Yet I was now sitting there with my pants full of vomit, my back covered in **** that had bounced off the toilet, spattered on three ceramic-tiled walls to a height of about five feet, and still had enough force to come back at me, covering the back of my shirt with droplets of liquid ****. All while thick **** was spread all over my *** in a ring curiously in the shape of a toilet seat.
And there was no ****ing toilet paper. What could I do but laugh. I must have sounded like a complete maniac to the guy who then wandered into the bathroom. He actually asked if I was OK since I was laughing so hard I must have sounded like I was crying hysterically. I calmed down just enough to ask him if he would get the manager. And told him to have the manager bring some toilet paper. When the manager walked in, he brought the toilet paper with him, but in no way was prepared for what happened next. I simply told him that there was no way I was going to explain what was happening in the stall, but that I needed several wet towels and I needed him to go ask my wife to come help me. I told him where we were sitting and he left. At that point, I think he was probably assuming that I had ****ed just a bit in my pants or something similarly benign.
About two minutes later, my wife came into the bathroom not knowing what was wrong and with a certain amount of worry in her voice. I explained to her (still laughing and having trouble getting out words) that I had a slight accident and needed her help. Knowing that I had experienced some close calls in the past, she probably assumed that I had laid down a small turd or something and just needed to bring the car around so we could bolt immediately. Until I asked her, I'm sure she had no idea that she was about to go across the street and purchase me new underwear, new socks, new pants, a new shirt, and (by that time due to considerable leakage around the elastic ankles thingies) new sneakers. And she then started to laugh herself since I was still laughing. She began to ask for an explanation as to what had happened when I promised her that I would tell her later, but that I just needed to handle damage control for the time being. She left.
The manager then came back in with a half-dozen wet towels and a few dry ones. I asked him to also bring a mop and bucket upon which he assured me that they would clean up anything that needed to be cleaned. Without giving him specific details, I explained that what was going on in that stall that night was far in excess of what I would expect anyone to deal with, what with most of the folks working at Ryan's making minimum wage of just slightly above. At that moment, I think it dawned on him exactly the gravity of the situation. Then that manager went so far above the call of duty that I will be eternally grateful for his actions. He hooked up a hose. Fortunately, commercial bathrooms are constructed with tile walls and tile floors and have a drain in the middle of the room in order to make clean up easy. Fortunately, I was in a commercial bathroom. He hooked up the hose to the spigot located under the sink as I began cleaning myself up with the wet towels.
Just as I was finishing, my wife got back with the new clothes and passed them into the stall, whereupon I stuffed the previously worn clothing into the plastic bag that came from the store, handing the bag to my wife. I finished cleaning myself off and carefully put on my new clothes, still stuck in the stall since I figured that it would be in bad taste to go out of the stall to get redressed, in the event I happened to be standing there naked and some little bastard kid walked in. At that point, I had only made a mess; I had not yet committed a felony and intended to keep it that way.
When I finished getting dressed, I picked up the hose and cleaned up the entire stall, washing down the remains toward the drain in the center of the room. I put down the hose and walked out of the bathroom. I had intended to go to the manager and thank him for all he had done, but when I walked out, three of the management staff were there to greet me with a standing ovation. I started laughing so hard that I thought I was going to throw up again, but managed to scurry out to the car where my wife was now waiting to pick me up by the front door.
The upshot of all this is that I strongly recommend eating dinner at Ryan's Steak House. They have, by far, the nicest management staff of any restaurant in which I have eaten.

[Mjcpr]

Don't you guys get any fiber in your diet? I drop the deuce here at work three or four times a day. Nice way to break the monotony of the work day. :texan:

You obviously have a much looser sphincter than Penguin and I have.

I don't even care how it got that way.

[Harry Beanbag]

Ryan's Steakhouse strikes again.

**** YEAH!!!

:D

[yermom]

I won't even go into the state of the bathrooms where I work. I swear I must work with a bunch of cavemen.

do they make paintings on the walls? :eek:

[oumartin]

that ryans steakhouse was so funny it had me crying. but there is so much truth about guys knowing just exactly whats going on. we know when enuff is enuff and its time to head for the crapper.

[1stTimeCaller]

how is the Ryan's story funny?

[oumartin]

if your a man and you don't find gas and crap funny something is wrong with you.

[1stTimeCaller]

there's nothing funny about a 400 pound man ****ting all over a restroom and throwing up in his sweat pants.

[oumartin]

I just laughed again

[yermom]

there's nothing funny about a 400 pound man ****ting all over a restroom and throwing up in his sweat pants.

you of all people should understand the power of toilet humor around here

[Mongo]

I guess i'll make my first post toilet humor, but I wouldnt want it any other way. I work in the oilfield and often have to use the port-o-pottie. To make a long story short, I was pulling up my pants and my wallet fell out of my back pocket into a weeks worth of human fecal matter and blue chemicals. I made a catchers mitt of TP and had to go fishin

[1stTimeCaller]

didja get your wallet back?

[Petro-Sooner]

I guess i'll make my first post toilet humor, but I wouldnt want it any other way. I work in the oilfield and often have to use the port-o-pottie. To make a long story short, I was pulling up my pants and my wallet fell out of my back pocket into a weeks worth of human fecal matter and blue chemicals. I made a catchers mitt of TP and had to go fishin



Thats quite a first post.

[Mongo]

got it back, didnt even attempt to clean the wallet, just disinfected its contents

[Soonerbabeinbama]

now all we need is SBiB :D
did I hear someone call my name?;)

[handcrafted]

2 counterpoints here:

1) the handicrapper is the one that *most* people use as their safe haven, because they think it's used less, hence it's more used than the others. Most times when I go in and a stall is in use, it's the handicrapper.

2) of the three, the the one closest to the door is...well, there's something wrong with it that I can't describe. It just...feels wrong.

[1stTimeCaller]

the one closeest to the door is usually the cleanest

[oumartin]

Okay, who here as done arials?

[yermom]

sometimes you just have to

[Mjcpr]

Is that the thing around the nipple?

[oumartin]

no, thats the ripple!

[Pricetag]

2 counterpoints here:

1) the handicrapper is the one that *most* people use as their safe haven, because they think it's used less, hence it's more used than the others. Most times when I go in and a stall is in use, it's the handicrapper.

2) of the three, the the one closest to the door is...well, there's something wrong with it that I can't describe. It just...feels wrong.
Plus, the handicrapper actually has the requisite amount of space to take a dump.

At any rate, it is never okay to use the middle stall unless you're about to have an accident.

If someone else is already using one or both of the outer stalls, then you're going to sit down next to another man trying to poop--unacceptable.

If all stalls are empty and you hit the middle stall, then you've effectively shut down the whole bathroom (I've yet to see a men's room with more than three stalls outside of a stadium or mall) for the considerate poopers. Also unacceptable.

[Harry Beanbag]

do they make paintings on the walls? :eek:


Well, actually yes they do. :O

Nothing better than Nature calling your name really loudly and having to search through the entire building for a toilet that doesn't have crap/vomit splattered all over it, isn't completely (and I mean completely) full of t.p, paper towels, crap, full rolls of t.p., etc., or doesn't have two foot long turds hanging out of them. Not to mention the used t.p. that is invariably on the floor around the toilets.

It's like Medieval times in those bathrooms, and I really need to find a different job.

[VeeJay]

Plus, the handicrapper actually has the requisite amount of space to take a dump.

At any rate, it is never okay to use the middle stall unless you're about to have an accident.

If someone else is already using one or both of the outer stalls, then you're going to sit down next to another man trying to poop--unacceptable.

If all stalls are empty and you hit the middle stall, then you've effectively shut down the whole bathroom (I've yet to see a men's room with more than three stalls outside of a stadium or mall) for the considerate poopers. Also unacceptable.

The only exception to this rule that comes to mind is airport restrooms. You're in and out quickly just like everybody else. If you straddle the porcelain and fire off a megaton warhead of gas, it's not like there's a co-worker in the next stall you have to spend eight hours a day with and you fear he's going to out you for having a horrible digestive system, or question your diet.

[SicEmBaylor]

I've never used a public restroom in my entire life.

[Sooner_Bob]

I've never used a public restroom in my entire life.


You've got to be kidding.

[BeetDigger]

The bathroom threads, specifically the ones about taking a dump, always get a ton of comments. Just sayin...

[Flagstaffsooner]

I've never used a public restroom in my entire life.Bears $hit in the woods.:D

[SicEmBaylor]

You've got to be kidding.

Nope, not for #2..maybe when I was like 4 or 5 with my parents but to my memory I've never willingly used a public restroom.

[leftfield]

I had a summer job at a credit union one time and took a 'grump' on every floor of the building. It was a 15 floor building.

[william_brasky]

I'm glad the two of you have such bodily control. I can't stand having to take a pewp for more than about 10 minutes.

the word "pewp" cracks me up, and the structure of the second sentence leads me to think you have to "pewp" about every 10 minutes. that would be alot of daily "pewping."

[Rogue]

Don't interrupt me when I'm on the hopper!!!

[yermom]

I've never used a public restroom in my entire life.

and i dub thee, ****break :D

[Penguin]

I had a summer job at a credit union one time and took a 'grump' on every floor of the building. It was a 15 floor building.


That must have been one hell of a day.

[Frozen Sooner]

I had a summer job at a credit union one time and took a 'grump' on every floor of the building. It was a 15 floor building.

Want a job? That's the kind of dedication we need at OUR credit union.

Plus, we only have four floors in the main building. With your kind of dedication, we can get to 5 by this time next year.

[yermom]

i've "grumped" in about all of the buildings on campus...

[Frozen Sooner]

Heh. Everyone up here looks at me weird when I say "grumper."

[SoonerInKCMO]

I've never used a public restroom in my entire life.

No public restrooms; no comic books; willingly travel to places where you hate the people.

You're weird, man. :D

[mrowl]

when I worked for ONG in downtown OKC, the 5 floor was not occupied, so it was always empty, and very clean. :D greatness

[tulsaoilerfan]

Plus, the handicrapper actually has the requisite amount of space to take a dump.

At any rate, it is never okay to use the middle stall unless you're about to have an accident.

If someone else is already using one or both of the outer stalls, then you're going to sit down next to another man trying to poop--unacceptable.

If all stalls are empty and you hit the middle stall, then you've effectively shut down the whole bathroom (I've yet to see a men's room with more than three stalls outside of a stadium or mall) for the considerate poopers. Also unacceptable.
What's even worse is when you have to take a whizz and there are 3 urinals and some dumbass is using the one in the middle; i like a little buffer zone when i whiz, thank you very much mr peter checker outer. :mad:

[bigdsooner]

i went 3 soccer games today and everytime i went pizz, i thought about this thread ad used the buffer. i would've anyways, but just wanted to let yall know that this thread had an impact on this f'n hillblly today. thanks :D

[leftfield]

That must have been one hell of a day.

taco cabana...nuff said:D

[Mongo]

I think there is a issue that needs to be addressed, why dont public restrooms have plungers in them? Its not like anyone is going to be dumb enough to steal them, becuase it has dung and urine on it. I have been known to clog a toilet from time to time. And not just the little ones either, but the 5 gallon/second ones. I consider myself to be a courteous person and want to "leave any divits" for the next person. If not a plunger, at least leave a coat hanger so a person can at least mame the thing so it doesnt fight so hard on the way down.



Sorry for the speech, just thought I's be honest.

[bigdsooner]

dude, let the janitors handle that :D

[yermom]

Well, actually yes they do. :O

Nothing better than Nature calling your name really loudly and having to search through the entire building for a toilet that doesn't have crap/vomit splattered all over it, isn't completely (and I mean completely) full of t.p, paper towels, crap, full rolls of t.p., etc., or doesn't have two foot long turds hanging out of them. Not to mention the used t.p. that is invariably on the floor around the toilets.

It's like Medieval times in those bathrooms, and I really need to find a different job.

dude, you're gonna end up with The Plague

what do you do, anyway?

[sooneron]

I consider my self a George Costanza of sorts. I can tell you about a good public turlet almost anywhere in Manhattan.
We were at the mall today and while the wife was busy trying stuff on, I decided I needed to make a little progress downtown. I could feel a rumble in the bronx coming on.
I immediately head to Neiman Marcus. Their men's crapper is sublime. Each "stall" has it's own sink and a full door. A thing of beauty it is. I think the square ftg in that suckah is more than my bedroom when I was living in the East village!

[Mongo]

Did a store clerk wipe your a$$ for you

[Sooner_Bob]

Nope, not for #2..maybe when I was like 4 or 5 with my parents but to my memory I've never willingly used a public restroom.


And you're how old?

When you gotta go you gotta go . . . clean it up best you can and drop the kids off at the pool. ;)

[Sooner_Bob]

I consider my self a George Costanza of sorts. I can tell you about a good public turlet almost anywhere in Manhattan.
We were at the mall today and while the wife was busy trying stuff on, I decided I needed to make a little progress downtown. I could feel a rumble in the bronx coming on.
I immediately head to Neiman Marcus. Their men's crapper is sublime. Each "stall" has it's own sink and a full door. A thing of beauty it is. I think the square ftg in that suckah is more than my bedroom when I was living in the East village!



a stall with it's own sink? i'm jealous.

[SicEmBaylor]

And you're how old?

When you gotta go you gotta go . . . clean it up best you can and drop the kids off at the pool. ;)

23 so I hopefully have a long way to go. I'll keep the SO updated if the day ever comes when I use a public bathroom. But here's hoping that day never comes.

[Sooner_Bob]

You stay at home all the time don't you . . . :D

[SoonerInKCMO]

23 so I hopefully have a long way to go. I'll keep the SO updated if the day ever comes when I use a public bathroom. But here's hoping that day never comes.

Shouldn't you be out getting drunk somewhere? :)

[SicEmBaylor]

Shouldn't you be out getting drunk somewhere? :)

As a good Baylor Baptist I am INSULTED that you'd suggest I do such a thing!

[SicEmBaylor]

You stay at home all the time don't you . . . :D

No, but I'm always trying to hurry and GET home. ;-)

[Okla-homey]

23 so I hopefully have a long way to go. I'll keep the SO updated if the day ever comes when I use a public bathroom. But here's hoping that day never comes.

you know, a hitch in one this nation's armed services could help you get over that fear of going poopy in an unfamiliar place. I've shat on 5 continents myself.

just saying.;)

[leftfield]

you know, a hitch in one this nation's armed services could help you get over that fear of going poopy in an unfamiliar place. I've shat on 5 continents myself.

just saying.;)

Man, I thought my conquering of the 15 stories worth of crappers was impressive. I now have a new hero.:D

[Okla-homey]

Man, I thought my conquering of the 15 stories worth of crappers was impressive. I now have a new hero.:D

...and I would have shat on Africa too but was never there overnight. Alas, Antarctica too remains unshatupon.

[pb4ou]

that's what you call leaving your mark on the world.

[Mongo]

that's what you call leaving your Skid mark on the world.


Fixed:D

[proud gonzo]

...and I would have shat on Africa too but was never there overnight. Alas, Antarctica too remains unshatupon.

it's antarctica--I think it's already suffered enough

[Okla-homey]

Skidmarks? Not me. I've worn black drawers for years. You can get a week out of those babies in a "lack of laundry facilities" pinch.

[Okla-homey]

it's antarctica--I think it's already suffered enough

If they had a 10,000 x 150' runway down there, I might have gotten down there to leave some Eau de Homey penguin bait.

[sooneron]

a stall with it's own sink? i'm jealous.
I had to give them one bad mark for paper towel quality. It SHOULD have been that type that just sits on the counter that is almost cloth like, but, it was the generic cheap stuff in the dispenser.:mad:

Points for *** gaskets tho!:texan:

[Oldnslo]

...and I would have shat on Africa too but was never there overnight. Alas, Antarctica too remains unshatupon.
As it happens, my first thought upon reading your initial statement was...



"Antarctica?"

[apusooner]

Don't you guys get any fiber in your diet? I drop the deuce here at work three or four times a day. Nice way to break the monotony of the work day. :texan:

the best part is, you get paid for it.