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What do you do in public restrooms?
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heartsurgeon
Diamond Member
as i indoctrinated my son
when your in a public restroom TOUCH NOTHING
when your in a public restroom TOUCH NOTHING
Dirtying your butt is the least of concern. You people should worry more about cross contamination of your hands and footwear.
Do you realize if you urinate at a urinal at a gas station, you stepped in someone else's stale urine and it gets wiped onto your car matress without much thought being given to it?
When you touch the bathroom door to exit, whichever hand you used has been cross contaminated with someone else's who didn't wash his hands after wiping his butt and proceeded to exit.
Do you realize if you urinate at a urinal at a gas station, you stepped in someone else's stale urine and it gets wiped onto your car matress without much thought being given to it?
When you touch the bathroom door to exit, whichever hand you used has been cross contaminated with someone else's who didn't wash his hands after wiping his butt and proceeded to exit.
HombrePequeno
Diamond Member
I put TP over the seat. I doubt it helps very much against things like crabs though.
Ns1
No Lifer
in a somewhat related note
this came from another webboard
//
Note: this is long. If you're dumb and have ADD, go away. If you're not, this is perhaps the most incredible thing I've ever heard, and it just happened a few hours ago.
A good friend of mine just called me to tell me he just got pissed upon at a local mall. Apparently he was going to return a Christmas gift at Marshall Field, and, upon entering the mall, he decided he had to hit the restroom himself.
He went to the public restroom just after entering the mall itself (12 Oaks for you MI peeps), and was immediately greeted by a guy drying his hands off while another grown man, apparently retarded and/or drunk and/or high and/or insane tried to hug the man drying his hands. The Damaged Man kept moaning "applesauce" to the man drying his hands who, I would guess, was hurrying like hell to get his ass outta there.
My friend passes this awkward encounter, enters a stall, and does his business. He leaves the stall to wash his hands at the sink, and notices that apparently the Damaged Man trying to insert his penis INTO the paper towel dispenser that sat attached to the wall near the sink. This involves a relatively improbable angle, seeing how the paper towels exit the dispenser from the bottom, thereby providing a single direction (up) in which the Damanged Man can shove his wang.
My friend hurries and washes his hands. He tells me he was utterly ****ing terrified, because, from his vantage point, it looked as if the Damaged Man was trying to screw the paper towel holder. That's scary enough, but my friend quickly realizes that he's not trying to screw it.
He's pissing UP and INTO it. Bright yellow piss was running into the dense stack of paper towels loaded into the dispenser, and quickly falling to the floor.
As if this isn't bad enough, right about then my friend's luck changes and goes straight to hell. He's standing there with soaking wet hands, in business casual clothes, when the Damaged Man decides to stop pissing up into the paper towels and turns to him. Mr. Damaged Man calls my friend "Keith" and groans "applesauce" again, all while his penis waggled wildly to and fro, spraying urine all over the restroom, and -- this is the truly unfortunate part -- dousing my friend with Damaged Man Urine across the thigh, chest, and neck.
Yes, neck.
My friend immediately recoils away from the spouting Damaged Penis and starts yelling at him. At that very moment, as if it were scripted, a man bursts through the restroom door and grabs the Damaged Man, telling him, "Everthing's OK...it will be all right." This man, according to my friend, miraculously avoids being spritzed with piss somehow. The Damaged Man stops pissing all over the ****ing place as soon as he realizes he's being grabbed by this man.
Presumably this is Keith. Presumably Keith has some connection to applesauce that the Damaged Man really likes. And no, everything is NOT OK, Keith. Your Damaged Man just peed all over another person.
"Keith" apologizes profusely to my friend, and offers to pay for my friend's clothes which, somehow, my friend refuses. It turns out that the Damaged Man is, well, brain-damaged, and Keith is his caretaker. Keith let Damaged Man go bathroom, and meanwhile Keith made a cell phone call. Damaged Man then took the opportunity to try and hug a man, cram his dick into a sanitation device, and piss all over my friend.
My friend didn't return the gift. He went home and showered and called me to explain exactly how surreal a ****ing mall restroom can be. Like a good friend, I laughed my ass off at him.
So then. That all true, and it happened about two hours ago here in lovely MI. Don't let me hear any of you say your day isn't going well.
Note: if any of you read SA, there was a thread back in late November about a guy going into a mall restroom and having a retarded kid pee on him with his boner. I don't know what state that happened in, but if it's MI, I'll bet we have the same guy here. If it's not the same guy, then the moral of this story is: stay the HELL away from mall restrooms. Christ
this came from another webboard
//
Note: this is long. If you're dumb and have ADD, go away. If you're not, this is perhaps the most incredible thing I've ever heard, and it just happened a few hours ago.
A good friend of mine just called me to tell me he just got pissed upon at a local mall. Apparently he was going to return a Christmas gift at Marshall Field, and, upon entering the mall, he decided he had to hit the restroom himself.
He went to the public restroom just after entering the mall itself (12 Oaks for you MI peeps), and was immediately greeted by a guy drying his hands off while another grown man, apparently retarded and/or drunk and/or high and/or insane tried to hug the man drying his hands. The Damaged Man kept moaning "applesauce" to the man drying his hands who, I would guess, was hurrying like hell to get his ass outta there.
My friend passes this awkward encounter, enters a stall, and does his business. He leaves the stall to wash his hands at the sink, and notices that apparently the Damaged Man trying to insert his penis INTO the paper towel dispenser that sat attached to the wall near the sink. This involves a relatively improbable angle, seeing how the paper towels exit the dispenser from the bottom, thereby providing a single direction (up) in which the Damanged Man can shove his wang.
My friend hurries and washes his hands. He tells me he was utterly ****ing terrified, because, from his vantage point, it looked as if the Damaged Man was trying to screw the paper towel holder. That's scary enough, but my friend quickly realizes that he's not trying to screw it.
He's pissing UP and INTO it. Bright yellow piss was running into the dense stack of paper towels loaded into the dispenser, and quickly falling to the floor.
As if this isn't bad enough, right about then my friend's luck changes and goes straight to hell. He's standing there with soaking wet hands, in business casual clothes, when the Damaged Man decides to stop pissing up into the paper towels and turns to him. Mr. Damaged Man calls my friend "Keith" and groans "applesauce" again, all while his penis waggled wildly to and fro, spraying urine all over the restroom, and -- this is the truly unfortunate part -- dousing my friend with Damaged Man Urine across the thigh, chest, and neck.
Yes, neck.
My friend immediately recoils away from the spouting Damaged Penis and starts yelling at him. At that very moment, as if it were scripted, a man bursts through the restroom door and grabs the Damaged Man, telling him, "Everthing's OK...it will be all right." This man, according to my friend, miraculously avoids being spritzed with piss somehow. The Damaged Man stops pissing all over the ****ing place as soon as he realizes he's being grabbed by this man.
Presumably this is Keith. Presumably Keith has some connection to applesauce that the Damaged Man really likes. And no, everything is NOT OK, Keith. Your Damaged Man just peed all over another person.
"Keith" apologizes profusely to my friend, and offers to pay for my friend's clothes which, somehow, my friend refuses. It turns out that the Damaged Man is, well, brain-damaged, and Keith is his caretaker. Keith let Damaged Man go bathroom, and meanwhile Keith made a cell phone call. Damaged Man then took the opportunity to try and hug a man, cram his dick into a sanitation device, and piss all over my friend.
My friend didn't return the gift. He went home and showered and called me to explain exactly how surreal a ****ing mall restroom can be. Like a good friend, I laughed my ass off at him.
So then. That all true, and it happened about two hours ago here in lovely MI. Don't let me hear any of you say your day isn't going well.
Note: if any of you read SA, there was a thread back in late November about a guy going into a mall restroom and having a retarded kid pee on him with his boner. I don't know what state that happened in, but if it's MI, I'll bet we have the same guy here. If it's not the same guy, then the moral of this story is: stay the HELL away from mall restrooms. Christ
JeffreyLebowski
Lifer
The real question is would you or have you used a port-o potty in the middle of summer. :eww :disgust:
I was at some camp ground one time, and had to take a shat soo bad i thought i was going to die. It must have been 105 outside, and the only place to go was a port-o potty. I said F that and squated behind a bush and tore a sleeve off my shirt to wipe with.
I was at some camp ground one time, and had to take a shat soo bad i thought i was going to die. It must have been 105 outside, and the only place to go was a port-o potty. I said F that and squated behind a bush and tore a sleeve off my shirt to wipe with.
wfbberzerker
Lifer
i never leave home...
thomsbrain
Lifer
i get a bunch of TP and wipe it down real good, then use the paper cover (or two, depending on "conditions").
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