Comments on: Talking Dirty http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/ Sex. Relationships. Dating. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Thu, 24 May 2012 21:46:12 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 By: Mike http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-33039 Mike Mon, 02 Nov 2009 04:29:24 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-33039 mine, is i was using a public restroom at a service station, opened the door to walk in to one of the cubicles, and there was human feaces everywhere, up the walls, over the toilet iteslf, the floor... you name it, somehow on the ceiling... i used to work for the UK Immigration service, and some of the thinngs i saw there were beyong grim, human body parts, feaces, blood, you name it, feels like i was in the toilet from the first saw movie mine, is i was using a public restroom at a service station, opened the door to walk in to one of the cubicles, and there was human feaces everywhere, up the walls, over the toilet iteslf, the floor… you name it, somehow on the ceiling… i used to work for the UK Immigration service, and some of the thinngs i saw there were beyong grim, human body parts, feaces, blood, you name it, feels like i was in the toilet from the first saw movie

]]> By: Jenny http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32474 Jenny Mon, 19 Oct 2009 08:52:13 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32474 The most puking thing that I experienced using a public bathroom is that when I was about to pee, I saw that there are tiny pieces of yellow stuff floating in the bowl. As I see it closer to know what it is, gosh it's a human waste! Yucks, that certain individual do not know what is good manners and right conduct and do not know that it is disgusting for others who will use the bathroom. The most puking thing that I experienced using a public bathroom is that when I was about to pee, I saw that there are tiny pieces of yellow stuff floating in the bowl. As I see it closer to know what it is, gosh it’s a human waste! Yucks, that certain individual do not know what is good manners and right conduct and do not know that it is disgusting for others who will use the bathroom.

]]> By: george http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32440 george Sat, 17 Oct 2009 19:57:15 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32440 I found a bag of mcdonalds in the toilet with poop and pee around it.Makes sense though as its the same nutritional value either way i mean thats where all mcdonalds fnally ends up right? I found a bag of mcdonalds in the toilet with poop and pee around it.Makes sense though as its the same nutritional value either way i mean thats where all mcdonalds fnally ends up right?

]]> By: C-Man http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32432 C-Man Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:50:13 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32432 okay David, you're ready to hear this: attention, bloggers, some of this information may be disturbing. well, I used to work at H.E.B, and one evening as I'm heading to the restroom, I happen to find the toilet full of poo. well, here are the details: it looks like the person took a shit all over the ceiling, the wall inside the little space, the floor, and guess what else? the toilet seat was clean as crystal. I asked "what kind of monster is this, to shit all over and not inside the toilet?" thank God, I never got to clean it. we played rock-paper-scissor with our manager. Lol well, that's all I have for now. ahahahahahah okay David, you’re ready to hear this: attention, bloggers, some of this information may be disturbing.

well, I used to work at H.E.B, and one evening as I’m heading to the restroom, I happen to find the toilet full of poo. well, here are the details:

it looks like the person took a shit all over the ceiling, the wall inside the little space, the floor, and guess what else? the toilet seat was clean as crystal. I asked “what kind of monster is this, to shit all over and not inside the toilet?” thank God, I never got to clean it. we played rock-paper-scissor with our manager. Lol well, that’s all I have for now. ahahahahahah

]]> By: Leigh http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32431 Leigh Sat, 17 Oct 2009 15:02:12 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32431 I went to the DMV in Queens and had a sensory escapade that nearly made me lose lunch. To clarify how bad it was, I have a job working with sick children that often involves them puking or shitting on me (puke in my eye at least once without warning), and that doesn't even put me over the edge. Some idiot took care of menstrual business in the stall by smearing a sanitary napkin all over the disposal container and the floor. There was blood all over the seat. I peed by hover method (had to go bad and had had no success finding another bathroom)and exited, just knowing someone was going to blame me for that atrocity. Sure enough, someone went in there when I was just awkwardly far enough away that it would have looked like I had a guilty conscience had I called out to warn them (like across a long lobby), but they had seen me come out! Unbelievable. I went to the DMV in Queens and had a sensory escapade that nearly made me lose lunch. To clarify how bad it was, I have a job working with sick children that often involves them puking or shitting on me (puke in my eye at least once without warning), and that doesn’t even put me over the edge. Some idiot took care of menstrual business in the stall by smearing a sanitary napkin all over the disposal container and the floor. There was blood all over the seat. I peed by hover method (had to go bad and had had no success finding another bathroom)and exited, just knowing someone was going to blame me for that atrocity. Sure enough, someone went in there when I was just awkwardly far enough away that it would have looked like I had a guilty conscience had I called out to warn them (like across a long lobby), but they had seen me come out! Unbelievable.

]]> By: a.movie http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32398 a.movie Fri, 16 Oct 2009 16:31:36 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32398 I used to work a graveyard shift at a gas station in a "drug addict" zone of town. The bathroom was off limits because you didn't want a user shooting up in there because they always left a mess. Well, one day I wasn't paying close attention and one of these heroin junkies snuck in and locked herself in the bathroom. I knew what was coming but there was nothing I could do to stop it. She left about an hour later and I went in to see what kind of damage I would find. OOOHHHH BOY!!! First up. She had taken a dainty crap... on the floor. She didn't even bother to aim for the seat or anything. But she also had shot up with a needle, which she politely left for me to clean up. And she also didn't do a very good job of it because she literally shot her junkie blood all over the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and the fixtures like a Jackson Pollack painting. And somehow she managed to cram paper towels in the toilet and that was overflowing, mixing the blood, crap, and regular floor filth in to a growing puddle on the ground. Fun, fun, fun. After I cleaned up that mess (and got over the nightmares) I never will clean a public restroom for as long as I live. NEVER!! Take care, Michael I used to work a graveyard shift at a gas station in a “drug addict” zone of town. The bathroom was off limits because you didn’t want a user shooting up in there because they always left a mess.

Well, one day I wasn’t paying close attention and one of these heroin junkies snuck in and locked herself in the bathroom. I knew what was coming but there was nothing I could do to stop it. She left about an hour later and I went in to see what kind of damage I would find.

OOOHHHH BOY!!!

First up. She had taken a dainty crap… on the floor. She didn’t even bother to aim for the seat or anything. But she also had shot up with a needle, which she politely left for me to clean up. And she also didn’t do a very good job of it because she literally shot her junkie blood all over the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and the fixtures like a Jackson Pollack painting. And somehow she managed to cram paper towels in the toilet and that was overflowing, mixing the blood, crap, and regular floor filth in to a growing puddle on the ground.

Fun, fun, fun.

After I cleaned up that mess (and got over the nightmares) I never will clean a public restroom for as long as I live. NEVER!!

Take care,
Michael

]]> By: jimmi http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32395 jimmi Fri, 16 Oct 2009 14:31:39 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32395 omg.....the stories here just gets better and better, i wonder what's Davids story is?!!! omg…..the stories here just gets better and better, i wonder what’s Davids story is?!!!

]]> By: CeCe http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32392 CeCe Fri, 16 Oct 2009 05:28:26 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32392 My fecal anecdote goes back to when I was only a wee lass of 4 or 5. My mother, who was a choir director at the time, brought me with her to the church one evening to sit in at a rehearsal, as she sometimes did. At the end of the rehearsal, I told her I needed to use the bathroom, though not specifying it was for #2. The bathroom was located in the presbytery and the door was locked. My mother asked if I could hold it. I couldn’t. We walked outside into the cold winter night. There was a small accumulation of snow just above the church steps, so my mother told me to go in that, expecting me to pee. The look on her face when she saw me pooping on the church steps. I will remember it to this day. Then watching her scramble frantically to bury the whole thing up with more snow before our ride came to pick us up. Epic! My fecal anecdote goes back to when I was only a wee lass of 4 or 5. My mother, who was a choir director at the time, brought me with her to the church one evening to sit in at a rehearsal, as she sometimes did. At the end of the rehearsal, I told her I needed to use the bathroom, though not specifying it was for #2. The bathroom was located in the presbytery and the door was locked. My mother asked if I could hold it. I couldn’t. We walked outside into the cold winter night. There was a small accumulation of snow just above the church steps, so my mother told me to go in that, expecting me to pee. The look on her face when she saw me pooping on the church steps. I will remember it to this day. Then watching her scramble frantically to bury the whole thing up with more snow before our ride came to pick us up. Epic!

]]> By: Amy http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32391 Amy Fri, 16 Oct 2009 05:02:20 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32391 So do we, Kevin! So do we, Kevin!

]]> By: Gaby http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/talking-dirty/2324/#comment-32390 Gaby Fri, 16 Oct 2009 03:56:52 +0000 http://www.davidwygant.com/blog/?p=2324#comment-32390 Sometimes dorm bathrooms can be awful, specially when drunk girls return from the party and vomit all around the toilet (if they make it... i once found puke in the hall). Then when you wake up the next morning and want to take a pee, you have to run into the next dorm building to find a decent toilet. Sometimes dorm bathrooms can be awful, specially when drunk girls return from the party and vomit all around the toilet (if they make it… i once found puke in the hall). Then when you wake up the next morning and want to take a pee, you have to run into the next dorm building to find a decent toilet.

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