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Allow me to discribe to you, the condition of the spiritually damned computer center bathroom here at UMF.
As soon as you open the door, the immediate display into the bathroom is one that mimics the opening of a freezer sealed compression chamber.. And as the door closes behind you, you must wait until the thick, sound proof, seemingly unpenatrable, wooden plank menicingly latches it's demon self. Dead bolt the door. Don't look in the clouded over mirror, it'll steal your soul. Then head straight towards the porcelain God and ask for his favor. You may have to hover, as the devil hides his goblins somewhere amidst the rim... You can almost see the virgin mary's face on god-help-whatever-is-on-the-walls. When you are finished, you must seriously consider if it's better to become MORE spiritually inept, or have germy hands, as you will now contemplate the washing-your-hands procedure. If you choose the former, the clogged fawcett will verbally fight back, but you'll have to ignore that. Don't be surprised when you go to turn off the sink and it waits until it's good and ready to respond. And as you press the button to the hand dryer, make sure your ear plugs are securely in place...as a screaming banshy is the last way you wanna begin your day or most likely, your MORNING AFTER.
BWAHAHAH!
As soon as you open the door, the immediate display into the bathroom is one that mimics the opening of a freezer sealed compression chamber.. And as the door closes behind you, you must wait until the thick, sound proof, seemingly unpenatrable, wooden plank menicingly latches it's demon self. Dead bolt the door. Don't look in the clouded over mirror, it'll steal your soul. Then head straight towards the porcelain God and ask for his favor. You may have to hover, as the devil hides his goblins somewhere amidst the rim... You can almost see the virgin mary's face on god-help-whatever-is-on-the-walls. When you are finished, you must seriously consider if it's better to become MORE spiritually inept, or have germy hands, as you will now contemplate the washing-your-hands procedure. If you choose the former, the clogged fawcett will verbally fight back, but you'll have to ignore that. Don't be surprised when you go to turn off the sink and it waits until it's good and ready to respond. And as you press the button to the hand dryer, make sure your ear plugs are securely in place...as a screaming banshy is the last way you wanna begin your day or most likely, your MORNING AFTER.
BWAHAHAH!