Announcement
Collapse
No announcement yet.
Little things that irk you.. (no swearing please)
Collapse
This topic is closed.
X
X
-
I use the piss-horse too, though I stand.
I despise urinals. They're so undignified. I'm not having some dirty nob watcher laughing at my feeble tiddler while I have a slash. Besides, the very thought of being crammed together, nob-to-nob, like pissing sardines, fills me with such self-conscious dread that I would probably seize up. Then I'D appear too be the cock watcher.
And that simply isn't on.
Comment
-
I have a problem where I can't 'push the pee' so to speak. I have to use the sit down loo now as if I use a urinal I literally look like I am cruising for prinny, and that is not on.
It only started when I had a major operation in '99 to my bowel/intestine and since then it just seems to fail.
Comment
-
lol Lebowski
I don't see why sitting down is some sort of woman thing. I seriously doubt people stood up to begin with, anyway. I reckon everyone used to sit down and then one day someone peed standing up because they just couldn't reach the tree in time and it caught on. And yet over here in civilised society we need signs in hospitals telling doctors to wash their hands.
Everyone seems to have a different idea of what a man is. Some think a man isn't a man unless he can squash beer cans on his forehead or stand up peeing and not wash his hands so you're giving him an indirect handjob, others think a man isn't a man unless he's on a building site with his arse crack hanging out from his jeans. Still others think a real man is sensitive to the emotional needs of women and a good listener and Sky+'s the footy so his missus can watch Eastenders.
It's all bollocks. I'm a man and I know it, I don't care what anyone thinks. I may sit down and piss but I also sawed my metal bed's legs down with the jigsaw thing and I put up my shelves when I was 15 and I poke around the lawnmower while it's still plugged in and I don't call hair stuff 'product' and I don't wear skinny jeans or have my hair all sideways.
Comment
-
Dazzyman
Facebook....great for finding people and keeping intouch but sometimes....it doesn't half cause rows!
Comment
-
Dazzyman
-
Originally posted by billy_dimashq View PostI don't see why sitting down is some sort of woman thing. I seriously doubt people stood up to begin with, anyway. I reckon everyone used to sit down and then one day someone peed standing up because they just couldn't reach the tree in time and it caught on. And yet over here in civilised society we need signs in hospitals telling doctors to wash their hands.
Everyone seems to have a different idea of what a man is. Some think a man isn't a man unless he can squash beer cans on his forehead or stand up peeing and not wash his hands so you're giving him an indirect handjob, others think a man isn't a man unless he's on a building site with his arse crack hanging out from his jeans. Still others think a real man is sensitive to the emotional needs of women and a good listener and Sky+'s the footy so his missus can watch Eastenders.
It's all bollocks. I'm a man and I know it, I don't care what anyone thinks. I may sit down and piss but I also sawed my metal bed's legs down with the jigsaw thing and I put up my shelves when I was 15 and I poke around the lawnmower while it's still plugged in and I don't call hair stuff 'product' and I don't wear skinny jeans or have my hair all sideways.
I will happily use a urinal but will sit on a toilet if that's the only option. I've had RIDICULOUS splashback before. At home I only sit down. I stand up for 8 hours at work! Gimme a break!
I just ignore most people on facebook, and I would probably get rid of my account if it wasn't the only form of communication my father uses.
Comment
-
Originally posted by prinnysquad View PostI use the piss-horse too, though I stand.
I despise urinals. They're so undignified. I'm not having some dirty nob watcher laughing at my feeble tiddler while I have a slash. Besides, the very thought of being crammed together, nob-to-nob, like pissing sardines, fills me with such self-conscious dread that I would probably seize up. Then I'D appear too be the cock watcher.
And that simply isn't on.
Comment
Comment