DWM Pet Peeve Friday
April 3, 2009 · Print This Article
Pet peeve number… some high number:
Public Restroom Groaners, or PRGs, if you will. Oh, and PR Sighers! Honestly. Because you know what? PRGs? At home? In total private? Cut loose! Go for it! I mean, if you have to be trying that hard to do… um, your business… you should maybe consult a gastroenterologist, or, you know, eat more fiber or whatever, because all that straining is SO bad for you (*cough*hemorrhoids*cough*). But whatever. I’m only saying.
And YOU? PRSs? If you are so relieved upon, you know, relieving yourself that you can’t help but to heave creepy, near orgasmic sighs– that’s right, I said it!– then you are clearly holding it way too long which any urologist and Jim Carrey’s character in “Liar Liar” will tell you will only lead to problems down the road. Infections. Impotence. And remember Fergie?! Do you?! Peed herself right on stage! In front of God and her fans and everybody! Cautionary tale right there! But it’s your body. Do what you want. I don’t even care. At ALL.
Unless, that is, you happen to park yourself in the stall next to me at work, in which case, cut that crap out right now!
Oh.
Well, you know what I mean.
Oh…FREAKING..my! That made me laugh and laugh. I am going to read it again!
I totally agree, but in a battle royale which is worse Cat, them or the people on the phone in the stall? Also, that made me laugh so hard I almost pis… ahhhhhh! Nevermind
Ok, out where WE live, it’ more like, “Ai, Papi!” with a grown or two thrown in there, then yell “Ai!” or “Oi” again before finishing up. What the heck are they DOING in there anyway?
Glad you opened the stall door on this one and aired it all out for us to laugh about!!!!