This is not The Haters Club You're Looking For discussion
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I hate that I can't take a dump in my office bathroom in peace
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No, I don't need Metamucil. My plumbing works fine.

It is, especially when that double-chicken burrito from Johnny Burrito's getting ready to launch its' way out of me.
I've never eaten at a TMI. I don't think they have them here.
Huh? I didn't understand a word you said.

If things don't change in the bathroom, I may be forced to squeeze a loaf in the corner of my office.
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And if it isn't these choads slavishly checking their e-mail while dropping some friends off at the pool on their CrackBerrys, they're drooling over today's copy of the Wall Street Journal. I swear I can hear the sound of hand chafing cock.
If I see another left-behind copy of the motherfucking Wall Street Journal in the bathroom stall at work, I'm going to murder someone. Would it be too hard to leave perhaps something more interesting to read, like maybe Time or Newsweek. Hell, Juggs will do nicely.
And speaking of circle jerking, I hate that Mr. I-Hate-Homos-Even-Though-I-Are-One Senator Larry Craig ruined the simple pleasure of pinching a loaf for the entire population. I have a wide stance. I tap my feet when I'm dropping a deuce. Now I have to worry that Investment Banker Boy in the stall next to mine thinks I want to plop him in the shitter.