They just keep coming don't they?

[almendras]

ok, so I just got off of the phone w/ a mildly agitated friend of mine back in Cali. She was quite irritated as she was cleaning her bathroom. She's not quite sure how her Father and Grandfather 'splatter' everywhere. I tried to explain using trajectories, flow-rate velocities, and the initial starting position, but we hit a language barrier. I

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It's your curous friend from CA...

[anonymous]

Okay, Almendras, I need answers! I want to know why some men seem to have automatic sprinklers in their pants, and some don't? And while we're discussing it, like rational humanoids, for those of you out there who do dribble and dab like a Jackson Pollock painting, why are you incabable of cleaning up after yourself? Do you enjoy seeing five day old urine caked onto the walls, on floor between your boots, or for the ever talented man, in the sink behind you, as it was ricocheted off the toilet seat? I'm simply curious, that's all, fellas. As a woman, who was raised that one should be able to eat off of every surface in the house at all times, I simply do not understand. Is it because I'm a woman, and therefore couldn't possibly understand? Inquiring minds want to know. I'm an English major, and this could come in handy someday. One never knows...

P.S. Hey, Al, are you happy now? I found your journal, and I will participate. =D Have a great night, buddy!!