I should not know, I could not say, I would not tell you anyway.
pat, you lived in residence, how is this possible.
then again, i have no right to say anything, i REFUSE to go twosies in public. i go home. seriously.
the guy, it was wes, wasn't it??
lol naw, Wes was beside me when I went back I think, and at that point other people were in the bathroom moving around and was washing their hands or whatever... I think...
We both left at the same time, I went downstairs behind him, and we both met up with you on the main floor. La fin.
i actually laughed out loud - in a place i shouldn't have - after i read the second sentence in this post. u should resort to playing BATTLESHITS instead. it's much less stressful.
You're not the only one, Pat. I'm just like that too.
Usually I like to pretend that I am above these tedious bodily functions, however today I am with mandy...what is with guys just going wherever, whenever? Can't you hold it until you get home?
My mom has dinner guests (MEN) that come over and after dinner, they retire to the bathroom, fan running, for like ten minutes. Everyone knows what they're doing...can't they wait?
I am going to post on this when sober...
High five to dat, Raph! And hey anny, isn't BATTLESHITS from "Harold and Kumar go to Whitecastle"??? Loved that movie...
Ever heard of a "mass movement"? Well, then it's your lucky day, cause I'm about to enlighten you! A mass movement is basically a big wave that pushes its way down your large intestine. It's triggered by the stretching of your stomach as part of the gastrocolic reflex. So long-story-short, it's a freakin' reflex to use the ol' pooper after a meal -- it's not like people can always just go before!
Ahem... Consider yourself schooled.
Whoa whoa whoa... let's reiterate:
Who schooled who? I schooled you. BAM! Thank you Human Physiology 310B for allowing me this opportunity :p
The worst is when you think you're all alone in the washroom, and throw all caution to the wind.
Then you emerge from the stall only to discover another body lurking about.
It's hard to blame that shit on someone else.
ew
It's blogs like this, that confirm my love for you, Pat.
I'm only surprised that you and Coleman haven't haven't turned something like this into some sort of crazy contest. Because we all know you seem to find a way to do it with everything else. i.e. farting competitions (and you DID take that one my friend) tooth brushing competitions... just to name a few.
Maybe you and Coleman already HAVE done this before... you know... see who can go the longest without takin a dump... and if not, you should. and then write a blog about it. 
Pat (hearts) Ashley.
And weren't you winning that farting contest before I entered into the room and unexpectedly stole the show? Nevermind... it was probably Coleman.
Hey -- I'll write a blog about you sometime... y'know... when I get around to it
THIS IS SO TRUE.
I find the whole urinal things rather overwhelming as well. At the Irving on the Québec/New Brunswick TransCanada border, I always find myself peeing next to some frightening truckers. Naturally since I am always running around in flip flops at this gas station, I fear the possibility of trucker piss running off the adjoining urinal.
Uber-vomit.
LATA
The score was Coleman- 2
Ashley- 3
Alisha- I can't remember.. but she was in last place.
Pat, you were zero. But then you entered the room... And you put us all in our place, with your mad skills.
lol classic...
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