One day I was taking a bath and forgot to lock the door. My sister accidentally came in, looked at me and said, “Why are you taking a bath with your clothes on?”
“How else am I supposed to take a bath and do the laundry at the same time?”
She sighed and said, “How are you going to dry off?”
“I’m going to set myself on fire.”
I remember once in high school, when I was taking a test, I had a diarrhea attack. I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. I opened the stall to find out the toilet was missing. Who would steal a public toilet, especially a high school toilet? Have you seen how filthy they are? It’s not like someone saw it and said, “Oh my! That toilet is beautiful. I love the way that crap is smeared all over it. I must have it for myself.”
On three separate occasions I almost died in the bathroom. The first time I slipped in the bathtub and hit my head on the faucet. When I woke up the water was almost up to my nose and I would have drowned. The second time was when I was getting out of the bathtub my radio fell in almost electrocuting me to death. The third time I slit my wrist with a razor blade because of my suicidal tendencies.
Once I went into a bathroom at my university and found one of the stall had crap smeared all over the wall. I guess someone was pushing too hard and his butt blew up. Either that, or someone had exploding diarrhea.
What the hell is wrong with you guys when you use the public bathroom? I don’t think you’re supposed to use the floor as the urinal. The floor is for walking on not peeing on. It’s like you open the stall’s door and open fire. I bet some of you guy just open the bathroom door and play some kind of game like, “Off the mirror, off the sink, nothing but floor.”
