Wednesday, March 9, 2011


About a month ago, the urinal in our work bathroom went out of order. Too many robust streams destroyed the piping no doubt. They placed this bag over it to ensure that no man would use the stall again...however by the end of the first week the bag was completely filled with: noxious gas, the ghosts of past whizzes, urinal shame? The jury is still out. With no signs of being fixed anytime soon, I can look forward to seeing this bathroom balloon every morning.

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