Germ phobic crapblogging
On my way back from Kim & Connie’s, I stopped at about a dozen places. Mostly to pee.
Rest areas were my favorite, because I didn’t have to get off the expressway. I was still doing a lot of liquids just to stay hydrated, so I was peeing a lot. At this point, though, somewhere in MO I needed to have a sitdown.
So I go into the first available stall, and find this:
It’s a little hard to see, but there are at least six layers of paper on the BOWL, and another several layers of paper on the SEAT. as if there needed to be insulation from the ceramic or something.
now, if I have an assgasket handy, I’ll use it. But I don’t get carried away. I DO have a little pocketsize container of lysol wipes, which I will use to wipe down a public crapper if I have to use one. But this is ridiculous.
Oh my, how very nice of the previous dipshit to use the bog to have left the Anti-Gonorreal Protective Paper Layer, all splayed out nicely on the seat for you.
This has got to be your lucky day.
I should have bought a toilet like that one for Kelly’s new bathroom.
Og,
Before I even scrolled down, right after I saw the picture, I had already uttered, “Oh, look, an ass-gasket”… :)
Say what you want, but when I was in college I caught a case of the crabs from a public toilet seat in the dorms. From that point on, I’ve pretty much sandblasted any public toilet lid I use…
Hey, I can understand that. This guy used nearly an entire institutional roll to cover the seat.
Eh… I figure my ass is deadlier than at least 85% of the people who used the can before me.
If I see something crawling on the seat, I’ll fart and asphyxiate it before I squat.
I don’t understand ass-gaskets. You don’t know where that toilet paper roll’s been.
That’s why it’s extra-thick. The first dozen or so rolls go on the bottom, then the virgin sheets go against your ass…
;)