Gross Post Du Jour

Today I saw a cup ring on the metal toilet-paper-slash-tampon-trashcan thinger in a bathroom stall at work.

A cup ring.

Ladies, please don't bring your drink into the stall. If you absolutely have to bring your drink into the bathroom, place it on the counter by the sink.

Speaking of public toilets, the other day, J and I started out talking about... something that I can't really get into here... which led to how wild animals don't have butt cheeks, so they don't need toilet paper, and that they don't need the padding because they lie down and never sit, and how they don't poop sitting down...

Yeah, typical conversation.

Jeff: A lot of my coworkers stand.
Me: To poop?!
Jeff (amused and disgusted): No! They stand at their workstations. How would I know if the guys at work poop standing up?

Um. Boys pull out their goodies and pee in front of each other every day. They don't watch each other poop?

Have some decorum like us ladies... who enjoy a cool, refreshing beverage while we pee.

(Okay, boys. You win this one.)