Men Gruntin while in the mens room
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LotusACBC said:
Does anyone else notice how whenever your in the mens room and another gentleman is standing at the urinal they make grunting noises, as if its difficult to pee.I noticed all of them are over 40. What the hell is wrong with them? It pisses me off.
And they also breath loudly, sigh, spit, say 'better out than in' or 'that's better' to total strangers, like some sort of toilet bowl camaraderie. 
A comedy king is born. Pure gold that, just thankful I wasn't at work when i read it 
I was with a young lady in a boutique hotel in NY, fortunately with a sturdy door and real walls. I exited the bathroom and sat on the clean, crisp white sheets only to soon realise I hadn't wiped as well as I might have. The shame !!!
I was with a young lady in a boutique hotel in NY, fortunately with a sturdy door and real walls. I exited the bathroom and sat on the clean, crisp white sheets only to soon realise I hadn't wiped as well as I might have. The shame !!!
GreenDog said:
A comedy king is born. Pure gold that, just thankful I wasn't at work when i read it
I was with a young lady in a boutique hotel in NY, fortunately with a sturdy door and real walls. I exited the bathroom and sat on the clean, crisp white sheets only to soon realise I hadn't wiped as well as I might have. The shame !!!
what did you doooooooo?I was with a young lady in a boutique hotel in NY, fortunately with a sturdy door and real walls. I exited the bathroom and sat on the clean, crisp white sheets only to soon realise I hadn't wiped as well as I might have. The shame !!!
GreenDog said:
A comedy king is born. Pure gold that, just thankful I wasn't at work when i read it
I was with a young lady in a boutique hotel in NY, fortunately with a sturdy door and real walls. I exited the bathroom and sat on the clean, crisp white sheets only to soon realise I hadn't wiped as well as I might have. The shame !!!
What???I was with a young lady in a boutique hotel in NY, fortunately with a sturdy door and real walls. I exited the bathroom and sat on the clean, crisp white sheets only to soon realise I hadn't wiped as well as I might have. The shame !!!
We need more details.
Really.
We do. Honestly.
Don
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ajcj said:
To begin with, it sounded like a duck being strangled half-underwater, then as if thirty clowns wearing oversize rubber shoes were having a sprinting race over a massive bowl of jelly, then as I desperately applied restrictive pressure, it faded into an anguished squeak like a deflating balloon, then as my muscle control gave out, a series of small escaping explosions escalated into a titanic rasp that echoed for several seconds.
haven't laughed that hard in ages!!!Not so much grunting, but back in August, I had a rather miserable experience at CDG airport.
Having spent the day in Paris & taken a client to lunch, where I had a lovely Steak Tartare, I was one of the first people to walk down the jetway to the plane back to Southampton.
Deciding to squeeze out a fart about half way down the jetway whilst wandering to the plane to save the embarrassment of flatulent decompression on the decent to SOU was, in hindsight, a very unwise idea, as air was rapidly replaced with liquid & I managed to fill my boxers in the most comprehensive manner I have ever known. Knowing I couldn't go back to the terminal to sort myself out, I boarded the plane in a state of mild panic, sat in row 3 & tried to look nonchalent while a 90% full plane filtered past me, giving me quizical looks.
It wasn't until we had levelled out in the cruise that I could retire to the heads to sort myself out & post my boxers into the little bin.
The only upside about the whole experience was that this was the only 20.00 Friday night flight back to the UK that I have ever had a free seat next to me.
Having spent the day in Paris & taken a client to lunch, where I had a lovely Steak Tartare, I was one of the first people to walk down the jetway to the plane back to Southampton.
Deciding to squeeze out a fart about half way down the jetway whilst wandering to the plane to save the embarrassment of flatulent decompression on the decent to SOU was, in hindsight, a very unwise idea, as air was rapidly replaced with liquid & I managed to fill my boxers in the most comprehensive manner I have ever known. Knowing I couldn't go back to the terminal to sort myself out, I boarded the plane in a state of mild panic, sat in row 3 & tried to look nonchalent while a 90% full plane filtered past me, giving me quizical looks.
It wasn't until we had levelled out in the cruise that I could retire to the heads to sort myself out & post my boxers into the little bin.
The only upside about the whole experience was that this was the only 20.00 Friday night flight back to the UK that I have ever had a free seat next to me.
Edited by schmalex on Saturday 14th November 19:49
Ikemi said:
Surely everyone knows the classic 'flush-while-you-dump' technique to hide the potential audiable enslaught?
Audible, onslaught, but I know what you mean. I would be worried about the resulting wet bottom from some of the over-enthusiastic crappers. I stand well clear of most when I pull the chain!
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