I've seen a vanity plate on the streets of Toronto on a Porsche or Ferrari or some such that said CAR2NV. At least if you're going to drive a pretentious car, own up to it?
Better than Taco Night? Being a teacher and discovering Taco Day in the cafeteria. Especially if it's random, none of this "Taco Tuesdays" bullshit. Taco Night you know is coming all week. You plan for it. Taco day is stumbling out of third period with a splitting headache because none of the kids know when the War of 1812 was fought...you're expecting mystery meat or Beef Jerkenoff and yet...you get.....
Re standing up to wipe: Always done it this way and never thought twice about it. I'm 6'5" though, and it's mostly a matter of necessity - there's not exactly a lot of space in the stall to work with, so unless I want to hit both walls and the door with different body parts every time I bend over, it's the only way to go.
The problem is the damn auto-flushing toilets they have in my office that clearly were not programmed for standers. Half the time the fucker flushes as soon as I stand up, so by the time I throw the used toilet paper in, all the crap has been flushed. Now there's a bowl of shit-stained paper floating, and as to not be the asshole who leaves a surprise for the next guy I have to simulate sitting down and standing back up again to trigger the goddamn mechanism. Seriously, I know we're all about convenience and shit, but I can manage to flush my own fucking toilets. Go fuck yourself, auto-flush.
@ClintonPortishead: Thirty years of stand-up wiping and it took this mailbag for me to realize that people even do it another way. Stand up is the way to go, though. Sitting means you have to stick your hand down in the precarious position between your shitty ass and the shit-filled bowl. No thanks.
BTW, you can usually find a little ninja button hidden somewhere on the auto-flusher to get rid of your shit paper.
@ClintonPortishead: I, too, have felt the cold sting of the auto-flush toilet. My first day at my current office, I finish up a post-lunch consitutional. I stand up, no flush. Sit back down, stand up again. Nothing. Sensor's broken. I have abandon ship and get the hell out of this bathroom as quickly as possible. As I'm washing up, a coworker I haven't met yet walks in, heads for the stall, yells "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN HERE?", turns around and walks right out.
Turns out, the guy's my boss's boss. To this day, six years later, the guy still looks at me funny when I cross his path. I'm convinced that my career is ruined at this place because of a goddamn auto-flush toilet. FUCK YOU, AUTO TOILET.
@Jefferson Tardship: Last year I saw a McCain sticker on a Prius in Ithaca, NY. If you've ever been to Ithaca, this was like seeing Santa Claus riding a unicorn.
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If you're a couple, sure. If you are out at a club, all juiced up on Meth, you will certainly have your particular predilection, no?
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And don't forget to help control the blog population, have your blogger spayed or neutered!
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Taco Day.
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And now I will think of nothing but this until the day is done...
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/shows self out
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The problem is the damn auto-flushing toilets they have in my office that clearly were not programmed for standers. Half the time the fucker flushes as soon as I stand up, so by the time I throw the used toilet paper in, all the crap has been flushed. Now there's a bowl of shit-stained paper floating, and as to not be the asshole who leaves a surprise for the next guy I have to simulate sitting down and standing back up again to trigger the goddamn mechanism. Seriously, I know we're all about convenience and shit, but I can manage to flush my own fucking toilets. Go fuck yourself, auto-flush.
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BTW, you can usually find a little ninja button hidden somewhere on the auto-flusher to get rid of your shit paper.
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Turns out, the guy's my boss's boss. To this day, six years later, the guy still looks at me funny when I cross his path. I'm convinced that my career is ruined at this place because of a goddamn auto-flush toilet. FUCK YOU, AUTO TOILET.
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Has anyone else ever noticed the average height on the internet is 6'3"
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So you're a cub?
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Craig Kilborn's career has a license plate that reads "DNR".
/do not resuscitate
//jokes are funnier when they're explained
///sorry about the "/" thing
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Oh, and screw you, Bob Ley, for stealing my fraternity nickname.
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