Comments on: Toidy Paper “Men”.

By: That 1 Guy

That 1 Guy — Sun, 08 Apr 2007 20:22:57 +0000

What really gets me, is when some poor road weary shmuck uses a fast food restaurant shitter,after riding ten hours, walks out of the can, notices the hotties looking at him and grinning, and then sees that he stepped on some creep’s ass barrier toilet paper and it’s still stuck to his boot.

Pisses me off everytime…

By: You Bitch! || The Ass Gasket

You Bitch! || The Ass Gasket — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 16:14:45 +0000

[...] Jimbo ponders the big questions, as usual. To wrap, or not to wrap? That is, hygienically speaking, the big question. I personally might put a wafer-thing sheaf of paper between my rosy cheeks and the seat, should it come to that. It’s more out of habit than from any hope of erecting a sort of magical barrier, blocking diseases. It is, after all, merely a micrometer-thin sheet of tissue, and not a Trojan. [...]

By: Suzette

Suzette — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 14:28:54 +0000

Oh yeah. I was just thinking about this last week, prompted by a trip to the Ladies’ in Newark Airport. There’s be far less environmental hygiene issues if people would just sit down and pee like they’re supposed to.

The paper seat covers serve as excellent wetness detectors. Also – “ass gaskets” – har!

By: TJ

TJ — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 13:58:31 +0000

As far as general bathroom slob-ery, women take the cake.

I can’t even begin to fathom the number of times I accidentally sat on a pee-covered seat (obviously left there by the “lady” previous who did the “hover” move and felt above giving the seat a good post-pee swab).

Thank God pee is sterile, otherwise I would be dead by now.

By: Travis

Travis — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 08:47:53 +0000

In Iraq when Baghdad first fell, the first order of business was a latrine. Due to the circumstances, it was coed and communal. It worked liked this: cut a 50 gallon drum, fill will some diesel fuel, contruct a plywood seat, and make 11 more. Place all 12 in the same tent, seperated by cammo netting was only waist high. Come in, do your business next to your neighbor with no privacy, maybe opposite sex, smelling like feces, urine and diesel gas with 10,000 flies and 125 degrees. At the end of the day, the drums get pulled out of the tent and lit on fire. Poor low ranking slobs have to stir the crap, urine, diesel fuel with a big stick while inhaling the fumes for 45 minutes until gone (it does take that long). Now THAT is an Army shitter.

By: Cousin Jack

Cousin Jack — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 07:12:10 +0000

the venerable corncob of yore.

No, up yores.

By: everydayjoe

everydayjoe — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 03:30:16 +0000

Yes, this is just another half-assed adaptation of our limp wristed policy of multiculturalism.

Our obsessive need for shit shims, (in and of itself), should be more than enough justification for immigration reform.

Alas, I miss the good old days of the rustic outhouse, the trusty sears & robuck, and the venerable corncob of yore.

(note to self: – need more corn in diet)

By: "Snake" Plissken

"Snake" Plissken — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 02:38:48 +0000

Oh, yes – and what about the slobs that Crimp Off a Length, smear shit all over the restroom…and then waltz out without washing their hands? Gaaaahhhhh!!!!

By: "Snake" Plissken

"Snake" Plissken — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 02:29:58 +0000

And thus, Jimbo takes a few more tentative steps into the Deep Swamp that is Shit-Blogging…

I believe in the old “Do not do unto others that which is hateful to you” dictum. Which means, I try to leave a reasonably pristine crapper after I’ve dropped a couple of Matzoh Balls in the Soup. Alas, not everyone is so considerate. Too many “Random Acts of Careless Shittage” going around these days…

By: dogette

dogette — Sat, 07 Apr 2007 00:57:02 +0000

Penn & Teller’s Bullshit! had an episode on societal obsession with safety, etc., and they mentioned the toilet-seat-sitting thing. Upshot, after some scientific interviews, even, was “park your damned heiney and enjoy” (i.e., forget the paper) because urine, at least, is sterile.

Mini-rant. Women’s rooms are some of the nastiest places on earth. My theory is, *some* of yer momses bring their toddluhs who are perhaps just learning about the toidy vs. the diaper, and when there are OOPSIES it’s “Oh well, this isn’t our bathroom, so why clean up? Let’s bag ass.”