okay.
seriously... last week i was elbow deep in the middle of a hugenormous animal experiment. i quickly scootered into the restroom, 513 Parnassus Ave, Health Sciences West, 13th floor, San Francisco CA 94143. I chose the last of three stalls, the one closest to the window, and the one I was gambling would be used the least. I open the stall door and see sprinkles all over the toilet seat. But the part that really killed me, was the crampled piece of toilet paper resting on the back portion of the toilet seat.
Are you kidding me?
Not only could you NOT get the urine into the actual toilet bowl, but you couldn't even make the wadded up paper into the bowl either?
WOW.
Even the raccoons are better basketball players than that...!
Incidentally,
Maybe I'm wrong.
Today I was in the raccoon bathroom, and saw a piece of crumpled paper, on the floor, outside of the bathroom stall boundaries. And sadly, scarily, (turn your eyes away now, if you are a bit squeamish..) the crumpled toilet paper also had some traces of blood. Almost horrilbe and disgusting, so, Carrie a la Stephen King. Where in the hell did these raccoons learn to use the restroom?
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i feel your pain. one time i went to use the rest room at work and found a plan b (emergency contraceptive) package and a used dousch. really? you couldnt wait till you got home? really? you couldnt put it in the trash can? that threw me over the edge since the other stall was littered with all sorts of nasties. i slipped on some gloves and cleaned the restroom myself. while gagging.
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