"Precious Ass Syndrome"

Jan 22, 2009 15:03

All right. It is one thing to hover, or build precarious nests of toilet paper, when you are at Burning Man and the fill line is up to the seat, which has itself been torn off for some art project or another, and e- and coke-fueled ravers have been shitting and puking their brains out all night with varying degrees of aim ( Read more... )

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brawdymchwil January 22 2009, 23:47:14 UTC
I love you.

In a semi-sanitary way.

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perkypinkgoth January 23 2009, 15:28:26 UTC
I love you too. Even less sanitarily.

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ayelle January 23 2009, 01:02:23 UTC
Well said!
Ever seen the magical rotating seat covers in the Chicago-O'Hare airport bathrooms?

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notquitemac January 23 2009, 13:44:51 UTC
Yeah! Those things are so fucking weird! They kinda make me feel less clean, because it implies that the bathrooms are so dirty that everyone needs their own personal cover...

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perkypinkgoth January 23 2009, 15:29:09 UTC
Seriously. And I'm always worried I'm going to somehow get my ass stuck and be rotated around the seat and hauled into the mechanism.

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yinshu January 23 2009, 01:04:31 UTC
hahahah- In my family, we call those "ass-gaskets". As in, we took a supply of ass-gaskets with us to the middle east when we were going over there for a month, because we weren't sure how the sanitation would be. But here in the states I have found few occassions on which they are actually warranted.

It's also annoying as hell when you go in, ready to do your business, only to find the previous occupant "sprayed" because of nervous hovering. Geeze, people!
The rule is: If you sprinkle when you tinkle, please be sweet and wipe the seat.

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mpanther January 23 2009, 01:40:29 UTC
You, my dear, are full of Win.

*snug*
>^..^<
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mintyfreshsocks January 23 2009, 02:02:40 UTC
My actual favorite is that hoverers usually end up pissing ON the toilet seat. Wow, thanks, asshole. Now I'm covered in your bodily fluids.

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