When nature calls in the office, don’t answer…

April 17, 2008

Okay, so I’ll take the barrier down and go with the flow once. I always tried not to even get near a topic which involves toilet culture, shit, piss or anything that comes out of you… it’s not funny, and even in Harold and Kumar, the scene with the battleshits, were two wanna-look-hot babes are fart fighting in the restroom was everything but not even near fun.

But I have to burn down the wall of shitlessness, since I have to admit, sometimes even I make jokes about shit, however I never wanted to publish any material related to that. The reason for this is very simple. Once you tell a joke which is ugly but funny everyone will laugh, then after a day or two, if the thing comes up again, they’ll say “oh remember that joke with the shit? You said that right?”, and then you can simply reassign the case to someone who is not present or just say “I don’t remember”. But posting one thing about smelly stuff can return to your face in 10 years or so, when you are running for the position of the US President… probably when you’ll face Hilary Jr and Little Obama, someone will eventually rip your ears out and shout “what have you done you bastard?” But since I’m not even planning to become president of any country or cult, I’ll just say this out…

The thing about Office toilets is that I hate them. We have one public, and one for those who have to use a wheelchair, but basicly everyone uses this. The difference between a normal restaurant- or street-restroom and an average office toiletroom is that this one is used by the fucking same people all the fucking time…

And yes, let’s admit it, it happens to everyone that you just let out some smell, or let’s call it odor… but the problem is that when you go in, get strucked by the powerfull nosebleeder, you have to realize that this is only the beginning of the trauma. We are not talking about dangerous poison here, it’s just a small odor, that barely tickles your nose. But it’s there, and this is the reason why it’s so goddamn powerful! You only go in to take a piss, but when you are about to wash your hands, someone pops in, feels the odor, thinks you were the one who played fart-o-mania, and after the next ten minutes the whole building is running chain e-mails about your bad restroom hobbies ala Fart-Fart-Revolution…


One comment

  1. I have not laughted so hard in days!

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