Meade's Ball
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A manager at my work, one who pulls his trousers up to nipple level, refuses to go in a urinal, it seems, perchance thanks to the inverted penis i imagine unvisually he has. When i've finished up and am scrubbing lightly away at my hands, he flushes from the cubicle he's in and marches out without even approaching the taps or washbowls. I was very excited the other week about the sudden and surprise arrival at work of a set of Dyson Airblades. I told this manager that it's great to have them there and he had no idea what i was on about, clearly unknowing of the fact of either their coming or of when one might use one. Dirty dirty bugger.
The North Stand has probably a one in one hundred male pisser usage rate. There's never a queue at the taps or dryers as there is for the pissbowls themselves. Thankfully i don't think of it long and hard or i'd scream when a stranger brushes past me or clasps me in celebration with his non-smoking tainted-yellow paws when a whizzbang hits the top corner.
The North Stand has probably a one in one hundred male pisser usage rate. There's never a queue at the taps or dryers as there is for the pissbowls themselves. Thankfully i don't think of it long and hard or i'd scream when a stranger brushes past me or clasps me in celebration with his non-smoking tainted-yellow paws when a whizzbang hits the top corner.