Warning: grossness ahead
Today is the first day of Inventory at the swamp. I was in the midst of counting bed pillows when nature called.
Arriving at the restroom, I noticed an older guy settling in to a toilet stall and dropping trou. I saw this because he left the door open. In fact, he propped it with a largish bag with a couple really huge maxi pads on top--I'm guessing these were Depends of some kind?
And as I'm taking care of my business at the urinal I have to experience the old guy's noisy, smelly diarrhea attack. Plus his grunts and moans of relief. He topped off the performance by exclaiming "Ahhh! Candy's gone!"
What is it about me that makes men become exhibitionists when taking care of their bodily functions?
Today is the first day of Inventory at the swamp. I was in the midst of counting bed pillows when nature called.
Arriving at the restroom, I noticed an older guy settling in to a toilet stall and dropping trou. I saw this because he left the door open. In fact, he propped it with a largish bag with a couple really huge maxi pads on top--I'm guessing these were Depends of some kind?
And as I'm taking care of my business at the urinal I have to experience the old guy's noisy, smelly diarrhea attack. Plus his grunts and moans of relief. He topped off the performance by exclaiming "Ahhh! Candy's gone!"
What is it about me that makes men become exhibitionists when taking care of their bodily functions?

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