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Would you rather (part II)

Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2003 12:10 am
by bio
Would you rather....

have a flair for interior design but wobble ceaselessly in the presence of small children

- or -

be able to type eighty words per minute but moan like Chewbacca when you defecate?

Things to concider: public restrooms, domestic life.

Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2003 12:05 pm
by Stingray
Got to go with the later on that one.

Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2003 3:09 pm
by Moxie
I already DO have a flair for interior design! hehe And I can't allow myself to wobble near kids, Enid would suffer *SOMEHOW* from that, I'm sure. I'll go with moaning like Chewie, cause I won't take a crap if a single person is within twenty feet anyway. Heh

Posted: Tue Feb 25, 2003 10:57 pm
by bio
I have no problem with public defecation… but then again, I'm not a "bring a newspaper and spend the day" kind of guy.

I go in, do my business, and get out... usually in under 3 minutes.

Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2003 2:07 am
by jc
they used to call me the fastest dump in the east

Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2003 2:21 pm
by bio
Hehe... Speedy Crapalez

Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2003 3:09 pm
by Moxie
bio wrote:I have no problem with public defecation… but then again, I'm not a "bring a newspaper and spend the day" kind of guy.

I go in, do my business, and get out... usually in under 3 minutes.
*LMAO*
My bathroom has a stack of reading material on the tank. Comics, comic books, novels, magazines... I like to sit hehe

Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2003 4:22 pm
by bio
I've got a copy of "John's Bathroom Reader Plunges into the Universe" on the back of my toilet... never been opened (at least not by me).

It was a gift from my sister, and I love it... just don't have time to read it.

Darn my speedy bowels!

Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2003 5:53 pm
by Moxie
I don't need a reason except privacy. At the moment JC and I live with my parents, Enid, two cats and nine dogs. It's the only room in the house where I can be guaranteed alone time. But we're moving out in a week! WhooHoooo!!!

Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2003 11:13 pm
by bio
Woooo-hooooo!!! It's coffee in your boxer shorts time... running through the house nekkid... sweet freedom!!

Been there, know what you feel, and how sweet things will be.

Enjoy!!

Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2003 7:30 am
by Stingray
bio wrote:Woooo-hooooo!!! Running through the house nekkid... sweet freedom!!

Been there, know what you feel, and how sweet things will be.

Enjoy!!
I have this vague memory... you, me a young lady in tight pants... oh, several books were there too scattered about. Hmm, were we reading Kama Sutra... nah, maybe biology though. We never got a much done when she was there in the basement to distract us. It was her fault... if she would have stopped wearing those pants we would have gotten many more things accomplished.

Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2003 10:00 am
by bio
Stingray wrote:I have this vague memory... you, me a young lady in tight pants... oh, several books were there too scattered about. Hmm, were we reading Kama Sutra... nah, maybe biology though. We never got a much done when she was there in the basement to distract us. It was her fault... if she would have stopped wearing those pants we would have gotten many more things accomplished.
More things to add to that memory:

Mother-in-law snoring above our heads... the "thump, thump, thump" of the dog scratching itself and slamming his food on the floor above us... and fly soup (I made her a cup of tea, and when I poured some more water out of the kettle a little later, two dead files came out).

Wasn't her name Terry?

Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2003 2:20 pm
by Stingray
bio wrote:Wasn't her name Terry?
Duh, sounds good to me. Yeah, that might have been it. My less-than-significant-other sure did hate her. She thought we had a thing going... to bad we didn't.

Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2003 2:44 pm
by bio
I got the same thing from my wife as well.

After all... she was hot and oozed sex appeal.

Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2003 3:36 pm
by silentlobotomy
no way man, you'd smell piss all the time, while on the other account, only a little fishy smell every once in a while, or if you're french.