Look, I didn’t want to tell you this story. If you are afraid of germs, grossed out by toilets, or have any sense of personal hygiene I suggest you quit reading now. Believe that this is a disgusting horrifying terrible experience and move on to happier things because if you continue reading this you will most likely experience nausea, queasiness, and an overall feeling of absolute and horrible sickness. I’m sorry, your insides will be outside.
It all started at girls camp with a mud-caked sweaty T-shirt being angrily shoved down an innocent toilet. Actually, let’s start off the story with me, Kaylyn. It’s important to know that I have always been behind the scenes for the best stories. The story is never about me. I have never been the coolest
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We held onto the flashlight preparing for foxes or bears to come out and get us as a boat clings to a lighthouse to avoid rocks and make it home safely. Along the way I said something really funny, but I cannot remember what I said because all of my focus was on needing to go desperately. It was something so funny, however, that it put The Favorite into hysterics and it looked like she was going to pee her pants and because of that I let her go first into the porta potty. She’ll tell you the story from here. (Something she doesn’t know though is that I totally peed my pants after what …show more content…
As I was looking around the tight space there was this shelf that seemed like the perfect place. At first the flashlight was perfectly balanced and their was no problems, but then I knew that The Comedian was coming in right after me so instead of picking up the flashlight I left it there for her and as I was walking out the movements made the flashlight fall. Bang. Bang. Sploooosh. Right into the porta potty water. The crickets were laughing, the wind was howling, the moon was snickering, and the darkness mocking. The flashlight was still on and it made the whole porta potty glow like a spaceship. We were surrounded by a massive blue light casting taunting shadows upon the trees and the rocky path back to the cabins. It was a solid minute before either of us spoke. It was like the darkness had swallowed us up making it impossible to speak. Eventually, The Comedian just burst out laughing, but the image of the flashlight dropping pierced my heart and I could not move. It was as if nothing was around except the glowing blue porta potty and me. I was stuck in a box of disbelief and horror. When I got over the shock that impeded me the only thing I did was walk away down the long dark daunting path to go and tell The
Sedaris learns that this lady worked at Target and proceeded to ask her if “a lot of people defecate in your store?” to which she replied “How did you know.” (Sedaris) Sedaris learns that people would go to her Target and crouch down in the round clothing racks and proceed to defecate. Sedaris also learns that in Pier One some people will just lean against the wall, lower their pants and defecate right there on the floor. A stock boy from Kroger told Sedaris that it happened all the time; typically a 4 year old would ask to go to the bathroom, their mother would point to a dark corner, and then pretend like nothing happened. Sedaris also mentions a librarian who had made a large cardboard castle that she had built and painted by hand to place in the children’s section of the library. After two days of the castle being up, “what did she find lying just inside the drawbridge? A turd, that's what.” (Sedaris) The library defecation was left by a teenager who confessed after defecating in the elevator also. Sedaris comments on a Vegas security guard that would have to kick people out after they defecated in their pants because of not wanting to leave their slot machine. There was a lady who defecated inside the center of a toilet paper role, a college student that defecated in the dorm washing machine, a customer defecating in a urinal, and also someone who defecated in an ashtray at a
You got that flashlight?” “Yeah, here, take the pipe too.” Greg opened his mouth to quiet the sound of his breath as he sucked it in. A beam of light hit the wall a few feet opposite him, then went out.” Him and Lemon Brown had to figure out a way to get away from the thugs.
The things the narrator said made the story seem real, In a life or death situation in experience. Most people laugh at death in
My brother and I push the rusty metal of the way and we climb through the hole and finally we start running. The guy starts chasing us then my brother and I climb over a fence and run into the forest. When me and my brother go into the forest we find this dog. My brother say’s it’s so cute then I say do you want to keep him and my brother say’s yes. So we start walking with the dog then we see the dust and we try to find a place to hide. Then the dog runs away and my brother and “I say comeback.”
Due to the breadth of the female urinary incontinence (UI) device market, categorizing it can aid in better understanding it. The first distinction to be made is between products which are designed to prevent urinary incontinence episodes, and those which are designed to manage them. Within the former category, exist products such as pharmaceuticals, surgical options, bulking agents, nerve stimulation devices, bladder supports and inserts. Within the UI management device category, we find devices which are more commonly associated with incontinence: absorbents, such as diapers and briefs, and indwelling drainage devices, such as catheters. While not discussed in this section, the GR Dome UriCap-F would fall into this management category as well. A table depicting this categorization can be seen in Figure 1.
It was a doctor looking for Kamryn which was my name, he asked me if I knew anyone named Olivia Hudspeth. I said yes “Do you have any news about her?” “Yes I found her” He replied. “Some of the ceiling had fallen on her legs.” The man said, “Is she okay?”
One day a few kids were walking down the road so I thought it would be cool if I told him to jump into a river, I even knew that he could swim, so he did. When he started to drown I realized that he could die so I jumped in and got him out. He forgot that I told him to do it and was thanking me for saving him.
Gillan ran at me and started to lick me and Mr. toad so I took a dirty diaper and Chuck did at Gillans head and ran away as fast as I could.
On Friday, March 4, 2016 at approximately 10:30 a.m., I entered the male restroom next to the Office of the Dean of Humanities and Liberal Arts on the ground floor of the Sir Clifford Campbell Building. Upon entering the restroom, I realized that it had just been cleaned by the ancillary staff member whom I saw with a mop and a blue bucket at the entrance to the restroom. However, a pungent odour was present. Upon closer observation, I realized the overriding chemical reagent was sodium hypochlorite. This is on the basis that, when I looked inside of the toilet bowl the liquid appeared greenish-yellow in colour.
Seriously, Don 't. Just Don 't. I am not one to be a "germaphobe" but a public shower is gross. In the gym is no different, you have sweat. That 's right, all the bodily fluid from each member is coming right off them onto that floor. Next is urine. Let 's face it, LOTS of men will pee in the shower, aim right down the drain, sounds hygienic. NOT. You may be standing in 100 's of people 's urine. I have also heard guys say that ejaculation raises blood pressure and offers better results, so the floor may also be full of that. people who have skin/foot disease stepping all over the place. Many other things you need to watch out for in those showers. Either way, at the end of the day the shower floor is
A little boy with a toothless smile came running toward me. I stopped him and gave him my water slide tickets. He gave me a smile that said I had given him the world and ran away squealing after his daddy. I sighed again and thought, "Well, at least he's happy!" My throat tightened as I swallowed another sob. I quickened my pace to the changing room. I wanted to get away from this place as soon as possible. I opened the door and walked in. The smell of sulfur, soap, and shampoo assaulted my nostrils, while the sight of naked wom...
Being transgender refers to having a gender identity that differs from one’s assigned gender. Therefore, one can be male biologically, but behavior and feelings are of the female gender. In a move to ensure equality of all persons as stipulated in the constitution, there have been discussions mainly targeted at the issue of bathrooms in schools. Transphobia has affected how transgender people relate with other people, and the bathrooms can be used to prevent it at an early age. Also, some other advantages have been identified with unisex bathrooms for instance reduction of bullying and drug abuse in male bathrooms. Transphobia can be reduced by the introduction of unisex bathrooms in both secondary
I take my 2 fingers, and I shove them down my throat to activate my gag reflex and throw up my breakfast. My mum was getting worried about me, so I had to eat breakfast. I never thought that I would ever sink so low that I had to do this in a school bathroom. Let alone, I've sunk so low that I relapsed with my 3 months free cutting, and I've started throwing up and starving. I'm
The issue of gender neutral bathrooms and transgender bathrooms is a hot topic right now in North America. Some people are strongly for it and others are going to great lengths to stop it. The majority of public bathrooms in Canada and The United States of America are gender segregated. Public bathrooms are one of the last places to still be separated by gender. Men and women work with each other, sit next to each other in restaurants, use public pools together, and much more. A bathroom with a locked stall, or single occupancy washrooms with a lock, should not be much different. When the idea was raised by the LGBTQIA*+ community to have transgender bathrooms or gender neutral bathrooms, North America was divided. There were those with no
The first time my sister brought her boyfriend home, I showered her bedroom with filthy, smelly clothes, including her undergarments. Imagine her surprise when she opened her door and laid eyes upon her own dirty laundry. I knew she’d be mad, what I didn’t know was that she would react like a teased bull chasing a red cape. She charged at me like I was a vault in the Olympics, and she was one point away from the gold. Suddenly out of nowhere came a broom handle to my abdomen. Broom abuse or not, I couldn’t stop laughing.