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The Horror in the Ladie's Room (tasteless, long)
I only redistribute these stories. I have nothing to do with writing or editing them. Enjoy.
Ok,.... we all know that I'm a man. And my masculinity has never been questioned (at least, not that I'm aware of). So it might surprise you to find out that I am able to expose the horrible truth about the ladies room. But in fact, I've spent a lot of time in the ladies room, and therefore I can take pride as a self-proclaimed expert in "The Horrible Truth." It wasn't really my goal in life to hang out in the ladies room, but as a college student I had the dubious honor of cleaning the bathrooms at the restaurants where I worked. Chief among these restaurants was Peter Piper Pizza. And that was very unfortunate for me because Peter Piper Pizza was the kind of place that attracted the less hygienic members of society. Anyway,... my duties included cleaning the men's room AND the ladies room. The men's room wasn't too bad. The typical mess in there would include a few wet spots on the floor near the urinal and maybe an overfilled garbage bin. Nothing too tragic, and nothing too degrading to humanity. But,... the ladies room was an entirely different story. Some of the scariest shit in life takes place in the ladies room. And I think that my experience in the ladies room might have traumatized me for life. The first thing that I noticed during my very first trip to the ladies room was the terrible odor. It's hard to describe because it's unlike anything else in the universe. But I suppose that it's somehow related to that "not so fresh feeling" that women always talk about. I used Lysol, Mr. Clean, Ajax, Brasso, Windex, Tilex, Clorox Bleach, Ozium, Glade and Ammonia. But nothing would remove that terrible odor. And I think that my worst (and most lasting) trauma was a direct result of that terrible odor. Back in the old days, I was pretty 'ambitious' with the girls. If I had the opportunity, I'd dive down there without any hesitation and I'd get busy on her REAL FAST. But ever since the ladies room experience I've found myself being much more cautious with prospective girls, usually implementing a basic "whiff test" before taking too many chances in the bedroom. Perhaps I could've tolerated the ladies room better if the odor was the only horror,... but there were many more traumas awaiting me. Next on my list was "the box." Now I'm sure that the women know what I'm talking about, but I'll explain it for the men among us that have managed to maintain their youthful innocence and purity. "The box" is a little tin can that they keep in the stalls. It's commonly known that tampons should NOT be flushed down the toilet because they tend to get bloated and they clog the pipes. So the ladies put them into "the box," and then Peter Piper Pizza hires a shlameal like me to go in there and clean the mess. The whole idea of "the box" is pretty fucked up in the first place, but I swear that the women must be doing slam-dunks and lay-ups into "the box." I can't even begin to describe the inhumanity of it. And frankly, I don't want to discuss "the box" any more. Another thing that the men might not know about is the diaper changing station. They have boards that pull down from the walls where women can place their babies when changing diapers. And who do you think cleaned them? It sure as hell wasn't the mothers with the crap-stained welfare children. Back in the old days, I thought that I might like to have children someday, but I'm reconsidering it. One day, a vagrant walked into Peter Piper Pizza and he headed directly to the bathrooms. This guy was a real winner. He looked like Santa Clause strung out on heroin, and somehow I *knew* that there was going to be a problem. But this vagrant knew that his mess was better suited for the ladies room than the men's room. Just a couple of minutes after he headed to the bathrooms, a woman came up to the counter and told us that "some bum just walked into the ladies room and he's making a disgusting mess in there!" I couldn't imagine what he might possibly be doing that was worse than slam-dunking tampons into "the box," but I headed back there to take a look. Well,... she was right. I walked into the ladies room and found the vagrant stark naked. He was taking a shit on the mirror. Don't ask why! I've thought about it for years and I never get closer to an answer. The main point here is that even a vagrant knows the horrible truth about the ladies room. (perhaps he worked for Peter Piper Pizza during his college years, too). The moral of the story?... Don't be deceived by the dainty appearance that women often project. "The Horrible Truth" is on the other side of the bathroom door. |
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I just lost my lunch, consisting of what else, Pizza.:apuke:
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that's not true! well it might be in a low-class place like that, but I've seen women's washrooms and they're waaaaaaaayy nicer than any guy bathrooms
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R.I.P. Lamont Coleman a.k.a. Big L -- 1975-1999 "Your ice don't shine an your chain hollow/ why you front in clubs for hours wit tha same bottle/ takin midget sips/ I run wit the richest clicks/ Tap the thickest chicks/ plus drop the slickest hits/ you know nothin about L/ so don't doubt L/ what's this muthafuckin rap game wit out L/ Yo that's like jewels wit out ice/ that's like china wit out rice/ or the holy bible wit out christ/ tha bulls wit out mike/ crack heads wit out pipes/ or hockey games wit out fights/ don't touch the mic if you aint able to spit/ flamboyant is tha label i'm wit.. muthafucka.... Big L" |
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Man O Man, finally some one had the guts to tell us the truth about the dark side of women, with their I never farted in my life.
The "box" think PIER 39 Fishermans warf in the middle of August its 98degrees outside all the fisheries are stincking up a crazy FUNK intensify that ba a factor of 10 & you get the "box". Even though these suposibly innocent fragile creatures called Women portray a role of not hurting a fly, the things they do are right out of the twilight zone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some scary shit they comit, then make men look to be evil/heartless ones. Don't even get me started on the shit they eat & the foul smaells that emit from what ever crawled up their ass & died there to wrought for eternity!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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lol j/k
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R.I.P. Lamont Coleman a.k.a. Big L -- 1975-1999 "Your ice don't shine an your chain hollow/ why you front in clubs for hours wit tha same bottle/ takin midget sips/ I run wit the richest clicks/ Tap the thickest chicks/ plus drop the slickest hits/ you know nothin about L/ so don't doubt L/ what's this muthafuckin rap game wit out L/ Yo that's like jewels wit out ice/ that's like china wit out rice/ or the holy bible wit out christ/ tha bulls wit out mike/ crack heads wit out pipes/ or hockey games wit out fights/ don't touch the mic if you aint able to spit/ flamboyant is tha label i'm wit.. muthafucka.... Big L" |
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I take the hoes(bootycalls) for happy meals & my girlfriends to 5 star restaurants.
No matter what they eat they still emit worse oders we could ever muster up!
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(I hear what you are saying but I feel you are lieing to me, would love to say to BUSH!) "Don't trip, skip, pinch your forehead"! 1988 CRX Si 2001 CBR 600F4i Silver & black FAST! 2004 Toyota Tundra (TRD) 2002 dodge grand caravan. |
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Ya'll are bad. I don't know what kind of girls youve been dating :finger:
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:bathroom: :apuke: :apuke: :apuke:
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My wife worked in clothing retail for a long time. She has similar stories, except they all happen in dressing rooms!!!!!
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girls smell so much better than any guy does.... their hair smells good, their bodies smell good not sayin that guys smell bad.... but girls always smell better
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R.I.P. Lamont Coleman a.k.a. Big L -- 1975-1999 "Your ice don't shine an your chain hollow/ why you front in clubs for hours wit tha same bottle/ takin midget sips/ I run wit the richest clicks/ Tap the thickest chicks/ plus drop the slickest hits/ you know nothin about L/ so don't doubt L/ what's this muthafuckin rap game wit out L/ Yo that's like jewels wit out ice/ that's like china wit out rice/ or the holy bible wit out christ/ tha bulls wit out mike/ crack heads wit out pipes/ or hockey games wit out fights/ don't touch the mic if you aint able to spit/ flamboyant is tha label i'm wit.. muthafucka.... Big L" |
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I hear what u'r sayin they smell good and all but when they get down & dirty boy do they smell bad.
Take one of your girls on a camping trip for a week, a secluded place with no showers, no toilets & let us know how she smell's! Well to let you know what kind of girls I have dated: Models cheerleaders, prom queens & tennis champs, robics instructers, girls like that!
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since girls don't sweat..... they glow ![]() like i'm sure the girl won't smell great, but still not as bad as a guy, that's for sure
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R.I.P. Lamont Coleman a.k.a. Big L -- 1975-1999 "Your ice don't shine an your chain hollow/ why you front in clubs for hours wit tha same bottle/ takin midget sips/ I run wit the richest clicks/ Tap the thickest chicks/ plus drop the slickest hits/ you know nothin about L/ so don't doubt L/ what's this muthafuckin rap game wit out L/ Yo that's like jewels wit out ice/ that's like china wit out rice/ or the holy bible wit out christ/ tha bulls wit out mike/ crack heads wit out pipes/ or hockey games wit out fights/ don't touch the mic if you aint able to spit/ flamboyant is tha label i'm wit.. muthafucka.... Big L" |
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Dont ever join the Military then. One, because going without a shower for a few days will most definitely happen. Reason two, if people know you go around smelling guys, things might get a little ugly. :right: |
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R.I.P. Lamont Coleman a.k.a. Big L -- 1975-1999 "Your ice don't shine an your chain hollow/ why you front in clubs for hours wit tha same bottle/ takin midget sips/ I run wit the richest clicks/ Tap the thickest chicks/ plus drop the slickest hits/ you know nothin about L/ so don't doubt L/ what's this muthafuckin rap game wit out L/ Yo that's like jewels wit out ice/ that's like china wit out rice/ or the holy bible wit out christ/ tha bulls wit out mike/ crack heads wit out pipes/ or hockey games wit out fights/ don't touch the mic if you aint able to spit/ flamboyant is tha label i'm wit.. muthafucka.... Big L" |
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I think someone is getting thier internet porn confused with reality. The worst I know of is when I was working in a gas station. There was new guy about 17 still in school who we made clean the Toilet. Well one day he went in to give it a spruce up, and he comes stright back out looking very pale and sick. He almost passed out, but managed to utter in rather low scared tones that there was something on the toilet seat, and it was covered in very dark red blood. I think he thought someone had taken a shit on the seat and left some of their internal organs behind as well. The boss came out, quitely calmed him down, told him what it was, and then quitly sent him back into clean it up. Poor bugger must have been dry reaching by the time he finnished, but he did do a good job. ![]()
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