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ORIGINAL: vpsophmore

Now peeing next to someone at a urinal with no walls... that can be strange sometimes. 

 
omg i cant stand that shit! i'd rather piss in the stall then worry about the next guy coming in to use a pisser being a meat gazer!

I hate it...at work there are only two stalls and its a small place so the guy next to u always wants to talk about his day and it bugs the $@#% out of me.
 
and meat watchers are the scum of the earth u are standing there minding your own and out of no where u cath movement to the side give a quick glance and they are staring at your meat like fats kids looks at cake...nasty

another thing that bugs the **** out of me is when you go into a public bathroom and some father took his little daughter out to the store w/o mommy and decides he has to go but cant leave her alone in the store........open the b/r door and BAM....you see a little girl standing there waiting for dad.....i quickly turn and leave.
 
 

see i have had a prob with that b4 when i had my gf's daughter and i had to go...i mean what do u do i wasnt going to leave her in front of the door but i felt awkward even taking her in there

I always wander into a bathroom just after someone has burned it up and it pisses me off...as a result, I like to shit my ass at every possible opportunity.  I will shit next to the president and not care...who cares, bro?  They will never know who you are and/or see you again. 

Well you guys that dont mind dropping a duece anywhere do you at least protect your ass by lining the toliet with a forcefield of TP?

I always cover the seat in Voodoo's bathroom. Lord only knows what's been on there.

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avoid the bathrooms..
unless its a piss.
last time i had to use the bathroom at work..
i was yelled at by the other people who work in the store behind...
I replied in this manner...and this is no joke..i just kinda said it..
"Who are you?! Why are you in my house? Father will be home soon."
Lol the girl..well..
after a few days..she never came back to work...lol.
if anyone has seen Dr. Tran..
i saw it the night before.

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ORIGINAL: K_carroll03

see i have had a prob with that b4 when i had my gf's daughter and i had to go...i mean what do u do i wasnt going to leave her in front of the door but i felt awkward even taking her in there

 
Twice I've been taking a piss in a public bathroom when the opposite happens, some mom takes her boy in to take a leak.  The first time it wasn't so bad, she was HOT.  It still was pretty weird, I mean, that's like a guys sanctuary to get away from women and enjoy a nice crap in peace.

This is at least 9 years old, if not older.  I almost die laughing whenever I read it!
 
The Ryan's Mac-N-Beef Story
 
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 b*******.

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 satiated. 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 shiite, 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 wirecutters is having someone walk in on me while I am taking a dump. 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 arse was reaching Biblical proportions. 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 arse 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 s*** at the exact same second that one's butt is properly placed on the toilet seat. Done properly, it even assures that the load is properly inserted into the front rim of the toilet in the event that the urine stream lets loose at the same time; it is truly a picture of coordination rivaling that of a skilled ballet dancer.

I was about half-way 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 b******* 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 w

No Ryan's for me.

Haha. That story was great.

Yea I cant belive I read the whole thing. and wow if i was going to shit and puke at the same time I would try and make it inbetween the whole by my wang. (if that makes any sense at all) and if i had to choose one of the other I think I would sit down and shit and just puke all over myself. Not a good situation however it looks like this guy didnt have a choice

wow, good ting you are still alive. sounds like some serious shit! (no pun intended)