FLUSH THE GOD-DAMN TOILET.
It's distgusting.
And you better hope I don't find out who you are, because there are swirlies in your own filth in your future if I do.
That is all.
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Part the first; in which we discover our protagonist, his dilemma's - the fallacies that lie therein - through whom we can raise, by comparison, esteem in ourselves.
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Eh...I don't know...
I'd really rather not. ;)
Steve~
Is this at Starbucks or Tribeca?
Whoever doesn't flush probably doesn't wipe their ass either, so you could probably identify the person as the one who smells like ass.
Tribeca. And the bathroom is shared by the entire floor, not everyone there is an FBI (not the FBI rather some broadcasting company - the F-something Broadcasting I-something, that has the same initials) office on the same floor so it could be one of them, and I'd never smell them.
Buddy, did you read McSweeney's today? Hilarious short imagined monologue on the first page about Aquaman. Good stuff.
Holy Moly! You are in a office and busy? I thought you were looking for job!
Intern at an office, looking for a job that pays.
Nonny - I don't normally read mcsweeny's (though I should) and I'll check it out now.
LOL!!! I work at a womens shelter, and we have a staff bathroom that is always locked. If I am the only one on staff, I know who was there before me, an if we are double staffed, and there's no flushing, I know it wasnt me....
Theres never any mystery. Except girls are relatively considerate when it comes to toilet etiquette
I hate the un-flushed toilet, nothing worse that a melting turd waiting for you in the morning.
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