maybe you could help with that???you guys need to work on your aim.
maybe you could help with that???
Contrary to popular belief of women slowp, there ain't never been anything wrong with the aim... the target ain't properly designed for receivin' it.
After-all, the original was designed for the queen... not the king.
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Urinals are not designed for women. Nice try. Don't know about back east, but out here the portapotties are unisex with urinals and seats. There always seems to be a puddle working out from the urinal.
I meant something like a "helping hand"???Sure. Put Cheerios in toilet, get prizes for hitting them right on. Works for boys so maybe men could have refresher courses?
Must be from squatting.When you get to my age you are lucky forcing it as hard as you can it does not run down the side.
I could pee like 20 feet when I was a kid. If I tried to force it out like that now I'd drop a deuce instead.
To heck with distance, you guys need to work on your aim.
What do you think the puddles are from...? We be practicin both!There always seems to be a puddle working out from the urinal.
To heck with distance, you guys need to work on your aim.
...I was a weekend custodian, and the women's bathrooms were always messier...
Yes, that makeup slime on the steering wheel is nasty stuff. It gets on phone headpieces too.The wife and I have worked as bartenders for near a combined 100 years (OK... closer to 75). One of the duties before lockin' the door at the end of the night is to check the restrooms. Ya' know?? Check for runnin' water, a passed-out drunk, etc. Both the wife and I will tell ya' with hesitation... compared to the Gentleman's Room, the Lady's Room is a regular friggin' sewage pit.
I'll also tell ya', after more than 20 years in the car business, the inside of women's vehicles are the worst... regular friggin' pigsties. Mind ya', not all of 'em, and some men are slobs also... but, the worst of the worst were the women's. Some of 'em were so bad, and stank so bad, I'd open the doors and roll down the windows before laying a fender blanket over the seat... yeah, so friggin' bad I didn't wanna' have my cloths touch the upholstery. I actually kept a pair of unlined leather gloves on my write-up desk year round to drive women's vehicles because so many of the steering wheels were sticky and filthy.
Just sayin'.
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Must be from squatting.
How are ya Ironworker? Everything goin good for ya?