Some Come Here to Sit and Think...
If you've spent a lot of time in a public bathroom, you may very well be familiar with the rest of this poem. For the regrettably ignorant, allow me:
Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the writing on the walls.
Let's get one thing straight: nowhere in the entirety of this classy poem does it say one should come into a bathroom stall just to pee when there are open urinals. Got that? What, you think we're all just loitering about, hoping to get a glimpse of your cock-n-balls so you can't stand there in the scary open? Grow the fuck up, some of us have to take a shit here! And it's not like break lasts forever at this job, y'hear? I can't pinch a fudge dragon in the urinels (that of which are totally empty, might I add), but I can't deposit my chocolate hotdog in the stall either because some shmuck thinks we're all going to try and peek at his pecker. Well it just so happens that the only reason we ARE hanging around is because you won't get out of the FUCKING STALL!
To you I say good day, sir, and may the tides get turned on you one day.
I guess this is just a male problem though.
Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to shit and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the writing on the walls.
Let's get one thing straight: nowhere in the entirety of this classy poem does it say one should come into a bathroom stall just to pee when there are open urinals. Got that? What, you think we're all just loitering about, hoping to get a glimpse of your cock-n-balls so you can't stand there in the scary open? Grow the fuck up, some of us have to take a shit here! And it's not like break lasts forever at this job, y'hear? I can't pinch a fudge dragon in the urinels (that of which are totally empty, might I add), but I can't deposit my chocolate hotdog in the stall either because some shmuck thinks we're all going to try and peek at his pecker. Well it just so happens that the only reason we ARE hanging around is because you won't get out of the FUCKING STALL!
To you I say good day, sir, and may the tides get turned on you one day.
I guess this is just a male problem though.