POLLO
07-17-2005, 07:32 PM
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Now that I've been given the legislative power and priviledge to speak to the community, I feel that my box of ideas has been drained the same way my hopes, and dreams were destroyed by Camila, my first love who turned me down when I was 16 because I had an obsession with teenage mutant ninja turtles, apparently I was not mature enough...
We first and foremost would like to thank you all for being supportive members of the Tampa Racing community for all these years and with the newly addition of Tampa Forums we expect this online community to grow as quickly and as large if not larger than Pam Andersons breast in the mid 90's.
Now on with what I came here for... Lately I've noticed something very odd and it does not fail to occur everywhere I travel. Im talking about sanitary facilities, heads, or most commonly known as bathrooms. There are are
major differences between a male and females bathroom , let's get involved
in this indepth analysis.
Male | Female
------------------------
Lavatory | Lavatory
Toilet | Toilet
Urinal | Whatever fountain looking device to wash their crevices
There's something that I've noticed and its been annoying me worst
than having to wake up at 4:37am to drop a turkey. This is conventiently
found right above the chrome control unit on the urinals and right below the
newspaper enclosure; sometimes it can be found smeared on the plexiglass
where the sports section is, and most annoyingly it is found right on handle
that you must flush then you accidentaly come in contact with it....
Im talking about that good ol' piece of booger that hounds every male
bathroom in the Tampa Bay area. You could be chillin with Derek Jeter at
Prana, jamming to the beats of DJ Tiesto at the AMP, or you could be just
spending your child support at your local strip joint when the urge to drain
the the monster of loch ness and as you as you look up. BAAAAAM there it is, that piece of green mucus just called you a sucker. It never fails, at work, at home, at the bar, where there is a urinal expect the lil booger staring you right at the eye with authority becuase it wasn't obviously yours to begin with.
Also if you would like to contribute with any future stories, funny, sad, sexy. Got some rumors ? Coming out of the closet ? Got someone pregnant and would like to share with everyone on the front page. Send us an e-mail.
Im out
Pollo is my daddy.
Now that I've been given the legislative power and priviledge to speak to the community, I feel that my box of ideas has been drained the same way my hopes, and dreams were destroyed by Camila, my first love who turned me down when I was 16 because I had an obsession with teenage mutant ninja turtles, apparently I was not mature enough...
We first and foremost would like to thank you all for being supportive members of the Tampa Racing community for all these years and with the newly addition of Tampa Forums we expect this online community to grow as quickly and as large if not larger than Pam Andersons breast in the mid 90's.
Now on with what I came here for... Lately I've noticed something very odd and it does not fail to occur everywhere I travel. Im talking about sanitary facilities, heads, or most commonly known as bathrooms. There are are
major differences between a male and females bathroom , let's get involved
in this indepth analysis.
Male | Female
------------------------
Lavatory | Lavatory
Toilet | Toilet
Urinal | Whatever fountain looking device to wash their crevices
There's something that I've noticed and its been annoying me worst
than having to wake up at 4:37am to drop a turkey. This is conventiently
found right above the chrome control unit on the urinals and right below the
newspaper enclosure; sometimes it can be found smeared on the plexiglass
where the sports section is, and most annoyingly it is found right on handle
that you must flush then you accidentaly come in contact with it....
Im talking about that good ol' piece of booger that hounds every male
bathroom in the Tampa Bay area. You could be chillin with Derek Jeter at
Prana, jamming to the beats of DJ Tiesto at the AMP, or you could be just
spending your child support at your local strip joint when the urge to drain
the the monster of loch ness and as you as you look up. BAAAAAM there it is, that piece of green mucus just called you a sucker. It never fails, at work, at home, at the bar, where there is a urinal expect the lil booger staring you right at the eye with authority becuase it wasn't obviously yours to begin with.
Also if you would like to contribute with any future stories, funny, sad, sexy. Got some rumors ? Coming out of the closet ? Got someone pregnant and would like to share with everyone on the front page. Send us an e-mail.
Im out
Pollo is my daddy.