Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Holy Crap

I hate going to the restroom at work, and finding shit like this in the toilet. Literally. It's just foul. And when there are about 25 3" long pubic hairs all over the seat it's even more disgusting. I had to go all the way downstairs just so I could throw up from the vision that was forced upon me.

Two rules: Flush the toilet, trim your hair.

dena at 10:24 AM

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at 10:44 AM Anonymous said...: Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww gross!

That is so disgusting!

Is this a woman's bathroom or unisex?

You think it was the same nasty bagel stealer?

I don't know what is funnier...picturing your face or picturing you with your camera taking a picture!

lol
at 11:40 AM soapbox.SUPERSTAR said...: Did you have the camera with you already, or did you leave the bathroom, go get the camera and come back to the bathroom?
at 12:40 PM Marisa said...: That was one of my pet peeves of working in an office full of women. Chicks can be the biggest pigs! Men's public restrooms rock...shorter lines and much cleaner. Why can't they be that clean at home?

Aren't you glad you had a camera handy? LOL
at 2:30 PM Chatty said...: Oh...no you didn't...LMAO! Ger-ross!
at 3:18 PM utenzi said...: Ewwwwwwww. That pretty much covers it, Dena. I didn't see any hairs but I didn't want to dwell on the photo nor look too closely. *shudder*
at 4:20 PM Your Mother said...: Dude? What did you eat?
at 7:50 PM Anonymous said...: I'll give you an A for shock factor. We've just had dinner and I roll down and see that nasty sh**! I wasn't expectin' that!
at 9:04 PM karla said...: GAK! Get that picture out of my head!
at 7:40 PM carmilevy said...: I'm feeling a strange mixture of revulsion and extreme laughter at this moment. I think any one of us could post this entry on the stalls at work and it would be similarly valid.

If I wake up at 3 a.m. laughing, at least now you'll know why. Thanks for the lift, Dena. This is priceless.

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